#suho x reader

[taemins-dolphin]

anyone remember that fic of y/n throwing parties and being a not so considerate upstairs neighbour to suho (whos like a smarty pants btw 🤓)?

she needs help writing an essay and he agrees to help her if she can promise not to throw parties for a while

and then and then!!! she tries to read the material but she gets distracted by his stunnin good looks iykwim ahehhhh 😏😝 and they end up doing the naughty dance

[ninyaqui]

OIIIII, vi que você postou um nsfw do sieun de weak hero, e gostaria de saber se poderia fazer um do suho! Inclusive, estou impressionada com a sua escrita, ela é realmente muito gratificante de se ler!

섹𓂃 𝖺𝗁𝗇 𝘀𝘂𝗵𝗼﹗

⟢ . 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ! Ahn Suho × 𝒇 !reader

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⟢ . 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ! MDNI (18+ explicit), relacionamento estabelecido, obscenidade, linguagem sexual e de baixo calão, menções e descrição de sexo explícito. 

⤷english version or @ninyaquiii

𝐀 - 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 ★ | cuidados posteriores

▃▃ O pós-sexo com Suho é apenas uma extensão natural da sua personalidade caótica e afetuosa. Esqueça silêncios constrangedores ou atmosferas melancólicas; o quarto permanece preenchido pela respiração ainda acelerada de ambos, logo acompanhada pela risada característica dele.

Depois de passar a mão pelos cabelos úmidos e afastar o suor da testa, Suho te puxa para junto de si em um gesto instintivo, envolvendo você por completo nos braços. Ele distribui beijos rápidos e carinhosos pelas suas bochechas, pelo nariz e pelos ombros, antes de puxar o lençol para cobrir vocês dois.

Com aquele sorriso convencido, insiste que você precisa descansar e recuperar as energias, embora o brilho suave em seus olhos denuncie um afeto genuíno. Suho não é do tipo que se afasta logo depois, fazendo questão de permanecer ao seu lado, mantendo o ambiente confortável e seguro, grudado em você até o último instante.

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𝐁 - 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 ★ | parte do seu corpo ele mais gosta ?

▃▃ O contato físico faz parte da maneira como Suho demonstra afeto, desejo e até mesmo cuidado. Talvez por isso sua atenção sempre acabe retornando a sua cintura e a sua boca.

A sua cintura é onde ele parece encontrar equilíbrio. Há uma familiaridade na forma como as mãos dele procuram seu quadril. É um gesto que transmite presença, proximidade e uma necessidade silenciosa de manter você por perto. Quando está ao seu lado, Suho frequentemente a envolve pela cintura, puxando-a para mais perto sem sequer perceber que está fazendo isso, como se aquela distância mínima já fosse incômoda.

Sua boca, por outro lado, é a fraqueza que desmonta toda a confiança habitual dele. Suho é incrivelmente observador e repara em pequenos detalhes que passam despercebidos para qualquer outra pessoa: o jeito como você morde o lábio enquanto pensa, ou até um suspiro involuntário quando ele invade o seu espaço pessoal. São gestos simples, mas que capturam sua atenção por completo.

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𝐂 - 𝗰𝘂𝗺 ★ | onde e como prefere gozar

▃▃ Suho adora gozar dentro de você mais do que qualquer coisa; há algo profundamente íntimo nisso. O orgasmo dele acompanha a intensidade que ele dedica a absolutamente tudo na vida. Ele crava os dedos na sua pele e afunda o rosto no seu pescoço, deixando escapar um gemido baixo e contido enquanto descarrega tudo. Por alguns instantes, ele permanece ali, apenas aproveitando aquele momento ao máximo.

Quando não pode ou simplesmente decide variar, gosta de se afastar no último segundo e gozar na sua barriga ou nos seus seios. Fica observando o esperma percorrer sua pele, atento a cada detalhe na cena diante dele. Depois, espalha o fluido com as pontas dos dedos, num gesto lento e distraído. Então volta a encará-la com um sorriso vitorioso e lascivo que sempre a deixa sem reação.

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𝐃 - 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 ★ | um segredinho sujo

▃▃ Embora hoje já não fosse mais um segredo, foi algo que Suho manteve guardado por muito tempo. Ele cultivava um desejo oculto de um ménage com Sieun. Durante meses, alimentou aquela ideia em silêncio. A mera possibilidade de compartilhar você com seu melhor amigo, de imaginar você entre os dois ao mesmo tempo, despertava em Suho uma luxúria mórbida e obsessiva que o consumia.

Quando percebeu que Sieun também se sentia atraído por você, qualquer hesitação restante desapareceu e ele foi direto confrontar o amigo. O mais caótico, no entanto, não era o desejo em si, mas a maneira completamente impulsiva que ele escolheu para revelar esse segredo para você.

Vocês estavam transando na sua casa, quando no meio do ato, você reclamou entre gemidos que ele estava sendo bruto demais. Sem demonstrar o menor constrangimento, Suho se inclinou sobre você e comentou com a maior naturalidade que estava “preparando” você, porque em breve você teria que lidar com dois de uma vez.

A conversa acabou tomando proporções absurdas. Com Suho te fodendo enquanto recorria àquela insistência e convicção inabaláveis, somadas a uma autoconfiança quase irritante, ele defendia aquela ideia com argumentos improváveis, provocações e uma determinação desconcertante. A forma como tentava te persuadir a aceitar aquela loucura depravada acabou se gravando na sua memória de maneira permanente.

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𝐄 - 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 ★ | nível de experiência

▃▃ Suho não era virgem quando você entrou na vida dele, mas também estava longe de se considerar experiente. As poucas relações que teve antes foram passageiras. Ao seu lado, ele descobriu que sexo podia significar muito mais do que apenas aliviar a tensão acumulada do dia a dia.

Prático por natureza, Suho passou a conhecer cada detalhe seu com uma rapidez impressionante. Ele observava, aprendia e memorizava tudo. Com o tempo, quase se tornou obcecado em entender exatamente quais toques, ritmos e palavras faziam você gozar mais forte. Qualquer insegurança que surgisse era compensada pela dedicação incansável dele.

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𝐅 - 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ★ | posição favorita

▃▃ Apesar do condicionamento quase inesgotável, Suho possui um lado preguiçoso que aparece no dia a dia, e essa característica às vezes se reflete na cama também.

Ele gosta de experimentar todas as posições, mas tem uma preferência clara pelas mais confortáveis, nas quais possa relaxar o peso do corpo sem abrir mão do controle da situação. Por isso, Spooning e Side-by-Side costumam ser suas escolhas quando quer uma transa mais tranquila e prolongada.

No entanto, a favorita dele quando quer intensidade é o Prone Bone. Essa posição permite que ele descanse o torso pesado sobre as suas costas, enterre o rosto no seu pescoço para morder a sua pele e use toda a força para guiar o ritmo que ele bem entender, sem precisar fazer muito esforço de sustentação.

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𝐆 - 𝗴𝗼𝗳𝗳𝘆 ★ | como ele é nesses momentos ?

▃▃ Suho é a combinação perfeita de intensidade e descontração. Ele simplesmente não consegue permanecer sério por muito tempo. Sempre encontra uma maneira de provocar você, só para arrancar uma reação inesperada e ouvir seus protestos dengosos dos quais parece nunca se cansar.

Se o clima estiver pesado por qualquer motivo, ou se ele perceber que você está nervosa e retraída, Suho é o primeiro a quebrar a tensão. Com uma observação atrevida ou uma piada de duplo sentido, ele transforma o clima em questão de segundos, apenas para logo depois, silenciar você com um beijo.

Para ele, o sexo deve ser vivido sem pressões desnecessárias. Suho quer ver você confortável, confiante e à vontade, sem espaço para inseguranças ou constrangimentos.

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𝐇 - 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 ★ | pelos pubianos

▃▃ Suho nunca gostou da sensação de se depilar, achando algo completamente desconfortável. Ainda assim, se você pedir, ele não vê problema em manter tudo bem aparado. Isso não significa falta de cuidado, muito pelo contrário. Sua higiene é impecável e ele é bastante atento à própria aparência.

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𝐈 - 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆 ★ | demorou para ter intimidade emocional ?

▃▃ Sim, levou algum tempo. Suho é o tipo de pessoa leal até o fim, mas tem uma enorme dificuldade em expor as próprias vulnerabilidades. Ele foi se abrindo aos poucos, depois de enfrentarem juntos diversas situações difíceis e perigosas.

Quando percebeu que podia confiar em você incondicionalmente, Suho te trouxe para dentro da vida dele sem hesitar. Com a amizade já consolidada, a intimidade emocional e a proximidade física entre vocês passaram a caminhar lado a lado de forma natural. Ele se tornou um livro aberto. E, quando percebeu que seus sentimentos iam muito além da amizade, não teve dificuldade em admitir para si mesmo o quanto você era importante para ele.

Isso também se aplicou na forma como te conquistou: quando Suho quer algo, ele faz questão de deixar isso evidente, sendo transparente sobre seus sentimentos e intenções. Não houve joguinhos nem mistérios; o único medo real dele era que o mundo violento ao seu redor acabasse te machucando.

No namoro, Suho se revela um parceiro profundamente apegado à conexão. Ele precisa te olhar nos olhos, estar perto de você, ouvir sobre o seu dia, entender o que você está pensando e saber o que você sente. Está sempre te elogiando e não sente a menor vergonha de admitir o quanto valoriza o seu amor.

Essa necessidade de conexão também se manifesta no sexo. Suho gosta de assistir cada reação sua, de perceber o efeito que causa e sente um orgulho silencioso ao notar o quanto consegue te afetar. Embora possa parecer indiferente à primeira vista para quem o observa de fora, ele leva o relacionamento muito a sério e espera de você o mesmo nível de comprometimento e lealdade que oferece.

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𝐉 - 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳𝗳 ★ | ele costuma se masturbar ?

▃▃ Sim, e ele não sente o menor constrangimento em admitir isso. Com os hormônios à flor da pele, a masturbação acaba fazendo parte da rotina dele nos dias em que vocês não conseguem se encontrar. Seja no chuveiro depois de um dia exaustivo de trabalho ou deitado na cama antes de dormir, os pensamentos dele inevitavelmente acabam voltando para você.

Suho é exatamente o tipo de namorado que te enviaria uma mensagem provocativa logo depois, sem qualquer cerimônia. Ele nunca foi muito bom em esconder o que sente ou o que passa pela sua cabeça e, quando você ocupa seus pensamentos, isso se torna dolorosamente óbvio.

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𝐊 - 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 ★ | quais são os principais fetiches ?

▃▃ Os gostos de Suho refletem diretamente sua intensidade inesgotável e o prazer que sente ao perceber o efeito que exerce sobre você.

• Overstimulation: Suho adora levar o seu corpo ao limite do que você consegue aguentar. Com energia de sobra, ele continua estimulando o seu clitóris com atenção persistente, mesmo quando você já está tremendo e sem fôlego após um orgasmo que acabou de ter. Ouvir você implorar chorosa para ele parar, porque está sensível demais é o ponto máximo de excitação.

• Light Rough Sex: O lado competitivo e determinado dele se manifesta até mesmo nesses momentos. Ele gosta de puxar o seu cabelo com firmeza enquanto te beija, prender o seu corpo contra o colchão usando o peso dele e se mover com força, em um ritmo rápido e constante que faz a cabeceira da cama estalar contra a parede.

• Edging (Controle do Orgasmo): Ele tem um prazer sádico em brincar com o seu desespero. Suho vai te levar até a beira exata de gozar, te fazendo arfar e arquear os quadris buscando febrilmente o toque dele, apenas para interromper todos os movimentos de repente. O sorriso satisfeito que surge em seu rosto quando percebe que você caiu completamente no jogo dele é quase tão gratificante quanto o próprio momento.

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𝐋 - 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ★ | onde prefere transar com você

▃▃ O quarto dele ou o seu são sempre opções confortáveis, assim como o sofá da sala quando a casa está vazia. Ainda assim, Suho tem uma certa predileção por lugares improváveis e improvisados, onde o espaço reduzido parece intensificar tudo ao redor.

Ele é o tipo que pode sugerir transar com você no banheiro, na despensa estreita do restaurante quando o movimento cessa, ou até mesmo com você sentada no banco da moto dele, estacionada em um canto escondido, longe de qualquer olhar curioso. Essa preferência não exatamente sobre os lugares em si, mas sobre a limitação do espaço que torna tudo mais intenso e imediato.

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𝐌 - 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ★ | o que o deixa excitado

▃▃ Existem dois gatilhos principais que fazem o desejo do Suho despertar quase de imediato. O primeiro acontece quando você cuida dos machucados dele após as brigas.

A proximidade física, o toque delicado dos seus dedos e a sua expressão de preocupação criam um efeito desestabilizador nele. Após momentos de extremo estresse, e encontrando tranquilidade em você, não demora muito para que ele te puxe para perto, colocando-a no colo no meio do curativo.

O segundo, é o fato de Suho achar você absolutamente irresistível quando está irritada. O bico emburrado, o tom reativo na voz e o olhar indignado são suficientes para prender totalmente a atenção dele. Suho sabe exatamente como te provocar e, às vezes, faz isso de propósito só para ver essa sua versão, já antecipando que a reconciliação depois disso sempre acaba sendo ainda mais intensa.

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𝐍 - 𝗻𝗼 ★ | o que ele nunca faria

▃▃ Suho nunca ultrapassa o seu limite de conforto psicológico, nem insiste em nada que possa causar dor real. Apesar de gostar de intensidade, ele tem uma consciência muito clara da própria força e, por isso, controla completamente os próprios gestos e a forma como se aproxima. Ele jamais te segura ou imobiliza de um jeito que possa te machucar.

Além disso, ele rejeita qualquer tipo de abordagem que envolva humilhação, frieza intencional ou palavras que diminuam você. Para ele, sexo é presença, cuidado e conexão, não desconforto. Se em algum momento ele perceber hesitação ou insegurança na sua reação, ele interrompe imediatamente, não importa o quão perto do próprio orgasmo esteja.

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𝐎 - 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 ★ | prefere fazer ou receber ?

▃▃ Suho gosta do equilíbrio e aprecia ambas as dinâmicas, mas a verdade é que ele tem uma preferência muito mais forte por fazer. Ele encara o sexo oral em você quase como uma forma de desafio pessoal, como se o único resultado aceitável fosse te levar ao seu ponto máximo do prazer.

Ele adora se posicionar entre suas pernas abertas, mantendo você presa ao próprio espaço com um toque firme, como se quisesse garantir que nada interrompa o que está prestes a acontecer enquanto enterra o rosto na sua buceta. Usando a língua com vigor, ele alterna ritmos, pressões e movimentos com uma confiança que beira a provocação, sempre atento às suas reações e ajustando tudo conforme o que percebe de você.

Por outro lado, quando os papéis se invertem, Suho se torna ainda mais presunçoso, se recostando na cama com uma calma quase insolente, cruza os braços atrás da cabeça com um sorriso de canto nos lábios. Ele te acompanha com os olhos o tempo todo, mas ainda assim conduzindo a situação de forma sutil, com pequenos movimentos e expressões que te instigam a continuar.

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𝐏 - 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 ★ | qual é o ritmo dele ?

▃▃ Rápido e intenso, guiado pela adrenalina que corre nas veias dele. Suho não é o tipo de parceiro que se prende a preliminares longas ou a toques excessivamente sutis; prefere te acender de forma imediata com beijos vorazes, mordidas e toques firmes, até poder se enterrar em você de uma vez.

Os movimentos dele são profundos e ritmados. Com um fôlego invejável, ele consegue manter um ritmo alto por muito tempo sem dar qualquer sinal de cansaço, fazendo o colchão oscilar sob vocês e o suor aproximar ainda mais os corpos.

Mas ele também sabe exatamente quando frear. No instante em que percebe que você está perto de gozar, ele desacelera de propósito, reduzindo o ritmo a movimentos lentos, circulares e provocativos, apenas para te fazer perder a paciência e implorar pelo ritmo de antes.

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𝐐 - 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 ★ | o que ele pensa sobre rapidinhas

▃▃ Suho ama com todas as forças. Para alguém que precisa conciliar uma rotina exaustiva entre o colégio, para manter a frequência, o trabalho pesado como entregador e ainda dedicar atenção às pessoas que ama, a urgência e a praticidade desses momentos acabam se tornando uma das formas mais prazerosas de escapar da pressão do dia a dia.

Se vocês tiverem apenas dez minutos sozinhos, ele não vai pensar duas vezes. Num impulso, te puxa com urgência, o toque imediatamente se torna mais bruto e direto. Levanta sua saia ou abaixa sua calça até os joelhos com um gesto rápido, te prensando contra a parede mais próxima para te foder com fome, guiado apenas pelo instinto de descarregar o tesão que se acumulou.

Quando goza, solta um suspiro rouco contra o seu pescoço, te dá um beijo estalado e molhado de despedida, arruma a própria roupa e sai com aquele sorriso de canto preguiçoso e satisfeito que você tanto adora.

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𝐑 - 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 ★ | gosta ou não de correr riscos ?  

▃▃ Sim, ele adora correr riscos. Suho já tem uma queda natural por situações com espaço ou tempo limitados, e o perigo de serem pegos só amplifica ainda mais o tesão dele. Na verdade, a simples possibilidade de alguém abrir a porta de repente ou de vocês serem ouvidos por terceiros o deixa absurdamente mais excitado.

Enquanto você fica tensa, olhando nervosa para os lados e tentando engolir os gemidos, Suho solta uma risada baixa e rouca contra a sua pele, sussurrando para você relaxar e curtir o momento. A segurança inabalável e a audácia quase insana que emanam dele são tão magnéticas que, inevitavelmente, acabam te contagiando.

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𝐒 - 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮 ★ | fôlego e resistência 

▃▃ Excelente, quase injusta. O condicionamento físico dele se traduz em uma superioridade evidente na cama. Há nele uma força notável, acompanhada de um fôlego que parece simplesmente não se esgotar.

Suho consegue te reposicionar com uma facilidade como se você não pesasse absolutamente nada, te erguer no colo contra a parede mantendo o ritmo firme por minutos seguidos e ainda seguir para o segundo ou terceiro round sem precisar de quase nenhum intervalo.

Ele sente um orgulho quase arrogante dessa resistência e a usa como uma espécie de vantagem silenciosa. No fim, só se dá por satisfeito quando você já está completamente sem forças até para formar uma frase inteira, trêmula e rendida nos braços dele.

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𝐓 - 𝘁𝗼𝘆𝘀 ★ | o que acha sobre usar brinquedos eróticos 

▃▃ No começo, o ego balançou. Suho brincou, dizendo que as mãos e o pau dele já eram mais que suficientes para dar conta do recado. Mas, como é extremamente curioso e obcecado pelo seu prazer, bastou você insistir um pouco para ele ceder.

E bastou usar o vibrador pela primeira vez para virar fã completo. Ver o estrago que o brinquedo causava em você: o jeito que seus olhos reviravam, o corpo tremendo, gozando em segundos enquanto ele te fodia, foi o suficiente. A partir daí, ele passou a incluir o objeto nas preliminares com frequência, só para te ver implorar mais rápido.

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𝐔 - 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 ★ | como ele gosta de te provocar ?

▃▃ Suho te provoca todos os dias e de maneiras diferentes, sempre se divertindo com as suas reações. A favorita são os tapas rápidos na sua bunda em momentos completamente aleatórios e inapropriados: enquanto você cozinha, quando passa por ele no corredor, ou até mesmo andando ao lado dele na rua, quando ninguém está olhando. Só para te ver nervosa em público.

Na cama, a tortura que ele mais adora é a negação de orgasmo. Ele te fode com força, te levando até a beira do clímax até você ficar manhosa e implorando por alívio. É exatamente nesse momento que ele para de repente, se apoia nos cotovelos sobre você com aquele sorriso convencido e murmura:

– “O que você vai me dar se eu te deixar gozar agora, hein, amor?”

Ele te mantém ali, presa e desesperada, com estocadas lentas e rasas bem onde você mais precisa, até você dizer todas as coisas sujas e depravadas que ele quer ouvir.

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𝐕 - 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗲 ★ | barulhento ou silencioso ?

▃▃ Um pouco barulhento. Suho não sabe esconder ou conter o que sente, e no sexo isso fica ainda mais evidente. A respiração dele se torna pesada e audível em poucos instantes, entrecortada por arfares profundos e irregulares.

Ele deixa escapar gemidos baixos, roucos e guturais bem perto do seu ouvido a cada movimento mais intenso, enquanto o som dos quadris se chocando contra os seus ecoa pelo ambiente sem qualquer traço de pudor ou contenção. Ele não faz questão de disfarçar, querendo que você ouça exatamente o quanto o corpo dele está reagindo a você.

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𝐖 - 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱 ★ | um drabble de vocês

▃▃ O dia arrastou-se com uma lentidão torturante, cada minuto parecendo uma eternidade enquanto você esperava a noite chegar. Mas, finalmente, a oportunidade de escape apareceu. Como você sempre fazia para aliviar a carga pesada de trabalho dele, foi até o restaurante onde Suho trabalhava. Gostava de ajudar, recolhendo pratos sujos, limpando mesas e organizando o que podia, só para vê-lo um pouco menos exausto no final do expediente.

No momento exato em que o movimento de clientes deu uma trégua e a cozinha ficou silenciosa, a dinâmica mudou completamente. Suho te segurou pelo pulso com firmeza, os olhos injetados de uma urgência selvagem que não aceitava negativas, e te puxou para dentro do banheiro minúsculo dos funcionários sem dizer uma palavra.

Antes que você pudesse questionar ou protestar, o baque seco da porta sendo trancada ecoou no espaço estreito, selando o destino dos dois. Ele não deu tempo para conversas. Virou você de costas num movimento bruto, levantou sua saia com as duas mãos e abaixou sua calcinha até os joelhos com uma impaciência febril.

Você sentiu o calor massivo do corpo de Suho colado às suas costas, os pulmões dele trabalhando em um ritmo errático que soprava ar quente e úmido direto na sua nuca. O cheiro dele invadiu seus sentidos. A pressão contra o azulejo frio da parede era a única coisa que te impedia de desmoronar enquanto Suho, sem qualquer aviso, preliminar ou gentileza, empurrava o pau duro e latejante para dentro de você.

A umidade natural que já escorria entre suas coxas pelo susto e pela excitação serviu como lubrificante perfeito para aquela invasão repentina. Você sentiu sua musculatura se dilatar à força, o tamanho massivo dele te preenchendo de um jeito que doía e queimava de prazer ao mesmo tempo, esticando suas paredes internas até o limite absoluto.

Suas palmas suadas apoiadas no azulejo tentavam manter o equilíbrio enquanto o quadril dele já dava as primeiras estocadas violentas e profundas, fazendo seu corpo inteiro balançar.

── Suho... por favor... ── você implorou num sussurro desesperado. ── Alguém pode entrar na cozinha e notar que a gente sumiu...

── Relaxa, princesa... ── murmurou ele, a voz saindo como um riso abafado, a boca colada na curva do seu pescoço, deixando uma mordida. ── Ninguém vai entrar aqui. Só foca no meu pau dentro de você.

Você não conseguia mais articular nenhuma palavra coerente. Sua cabeça acabou jogada para trás, batendo de leve no ombro dele, os olhos revirando enquanto sentia o preenchimento massivo e implacável no seu interior. O conflito na sua mente, o medo de serem pegos por algum cliente ou colega de trabalho, começou a ceder, completamente esmagado pela necessidade física que Suho impunha a cada investida.

Em um impulso de adrenalina, você deslizou sua mão livre para trás, tateando até encontrar a nuca dele. Seus dedos se enredaram nos fios castanhos e bagunçados, puxando-os levemente para baixo, quase implorando por mais. Era um carinho desesperado, que contrastava perfeitamente com a brutalidade do momento.

O contato dos seus dedos pareceu desarmar a agressividade dele por um breve momento. Suho soltou um gemido baixo, longo e gutural contra a sua pele, colando o peito suado contra as suas costas e diminuindo o ritmo das metidas, tornando-as mais lentas, profundas e torturantes.

── Isso... assim. Segura em mim. ── murmurou ele, a voz arrastada pela luxúria, os lábios roçando sua orelha.

Mas a calmaria durou pouco. Os movimentos logo voltaram a ser rápidos, quase violentos, impulsionados pelo risco e pelo tesão acumulado do dia inteiro. Ele puxava o pau quase inteiramente para fora da sua buceta encharcada, deixando apenas a ponta da glande provocando sua entrada hipersensível, para depois empurrar tudo de volta com um golpe seco.

                                          

As paredes da sua carne se contraírem em choque ao redor dele. O som da penetração era absurdamente úmido, um chiado alto de sucção molhada que ecoava obscenamente no silêncio mortal daquele banheiro minúsculo.

                   

── Suho... ── seu gemido saiu como um arfar sufocado, tentando engolir à força, mordendo o próprio lábio inferior para não acabar alertando ninguém do lado de fora.

Em resposta, você empurrou a bunda para trás por puro instinto, buscando o contato total da base grossa, o quadril girando contra o dele em uma busca faminta por mais atrito e mais pressão.

── Tá gostoso, não tá? ── a mão dele subiu por baixo da sua blusa para apertar seu seio. ── Você adora quando eu te pego assim, sem avisar, huh?

O ritmo continuava naquela cadência impiedosa e sem pausas. Suho parecia querer sentir cada milímetro do seu interior, arfando baixo contra a sua orelha, os dentes raspando ocasionalmente no seu ombro, inalando o cheiro do seu suor e da sua excitação como se fosse oxigênio.

A mão no seu peito apertava o mamilo com tanta força que gerava uma dor que descia direto para o clitóris, enquanto a outra mão permanecia firmemente enterrada na sua cintura, os dedos machucando a pele ao puxar seu quadril contra o dele a cada metida violenta. O som dos corpos colidindo era abafado apenas pelas paredes estreitas. 

Ele acelerou de repente, as estocadas tornando-se mais curtas, rápidas e cirúrgicas, batendo repetidamente no seu colo do útero com uma precisão que te fazia perder os sentidos e ver flashes de luz branca. Seus arfares tornaram-se mais frequentes e desesperados, uma sinfonia de respirações pesadas, gemidos engolidos e murmúrios ininteligíveis.

A fricção violenta contra suas paredes sensíveis estava te levando ao limite do suportável. Você fechou os olhos com força, o corpo inteiro retesando. Cada vez que ele se enterrava até o fundo, sua cabeça pendia para o lado enquanto seus dedos se enroscavam com ainda mais força no cabelo da nuca dele, puxando com desespero.

O prazer subia em ondas lentas e esmagadoras, acumulando-se no baixo ventre. A tensão de ser descoberta a qualquer segundo tornava cada pontada de sensibilidade dez vezes mais intensa, quase dolorosa de tão boa. Suho murmurava obscenidades desconexas no seu ouvido, misturadas com um carinho distorcido e possessivo.

 ── Abre mais as pernas pra mim... deixa eu ver como sua buceta me engole todinho.

Você sentiu uma pressão insuportável que fazia sua visão arder. Sua mão apertou o cabelo dele com força total, arrancando um resmungo rouco de Suho, e você escondeu o rosto na curva do próprio braço apoiado na parede para não gritar quando o primeiro espasmo do orgasmo te atingiu como um raio. Sua buceta travou completamente ao redor dele, apertando o pau em uma série de contrações famintas, ordenhando-o sem piedade.

Suho soltou um ganido baixo e rouco ao sentir sua carne esmagando-o daquele jeito. As investidas dele tornaram-se curtas e frenéticas por alguns segundos, antes de se enterrar uma última vez com toda a força que tinha, o corpo tremendo da cabeça aos pés enquanto gozava dentro de você, jatos quentes te enchendo.

Ele permaneceu desabado sobre o seu corpo, mantendo o pau cravado lá dentro por longos segundos para impedir que o esperma escapasse, enquanto ambos tentavam recuperar o fôlego em um silêncio cúmplice. No cômodo abafado, ouvia-se apenas o som das respirações cortadas e descompassadas de dois que, por alguns minutos, ignoraram completamente o movimento lá fora.

Aos poucos, o pau de Suho começou a amolecer dentro de você, escorregando para fora com um estalo úmido e obsceno, deixando um rastro quente e espesso escorrer lentamente pelas suas coxas. O silêncio foi quebrado pelo barulho discreto dele puxando o zíper da calça e ajeitando a própria roupa.

Ele te virou de frente com cuidado surpreendente, os olhos agora mais calmos, brilhando com aquele afeto possessivo e protetor que sempre surgia depois desses momentos. Suho puxou sua calcinha de volta para cima com delicadeza, esticou sua saia e limpou o canto do seu rosto suado com o polegar. Depois, deixou um beijo terno e demorado na sua testa.

── Pronto, princesa. ── ele sussurrou, abrindo um sorriso satisfeito antes de destravar a porta com cuidado. ── Agora volta lá pra fora antes que alguém sinta nossa falta. Eu saio em dois minutos.

Você respirou fundo, ajeitando o cabelo com as mãos trêmulas e tentando disfarçar o tremor evidente nas pernas antes de empurrar a porta e voltar para o salão, o coração ainda disparado e a sensação dele ainda pulsando dentro de você.                

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𝐗 - 𝘅-𝗿𝗮𝘆 ★ | como é embaixo da roupa

▃▃ O corpo de Suho é definido pela rotina agitada e pelas brigas de rua frequentes. O pau dele é visivelmente veioso e acima da média, com cerca de 17 cm quando completamente ereto, e ele sabe usar cada centímetro com maestria.

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𝐘 - 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ★ | o quanto ele te deseja 

▃▃ O desejo que Suho sente por você é impossível de esconder. Ele te quer com a mesma intensidade apaixonada que dedica a tudo o que considera importante.

Quando vocês estão no mesmo ambiente, o olhar dele encontra o seu sem qualquer tentativa de disfarce, e as mãos parecem sempre achar um motivo para um toque casual, deixando claro para qualquer pessoa ao redor o quão sério é a relação de vocês.

Para Suho, você é o prêmio mais valioso que ele já conquistou. E o mais perigoso também. Porque o desejo não diminui depois do sexo. Pelo contrário. Cada vez que transam, ele fica ainda mais viciado no seu gosto, no seu cheiro e no jeito perfeito como os corpos de vocês se encaixam.

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𝐙 - 𝘇𝘇𝘇 ★ | como vocês dormem depois ?

▃▃ Suho adormece quase instantaneamente assim que encosta na cama, vencido pela exaustão. Ainda assim, seu instinto protetor permanece ativo mesmo durante o sono. Sem perceber, ele te puxa para junto do peito, acomodando uma das pernas pesadas sobre as suas e te envolvendo em um abraço firme, como se quisesse garantir que você continue ali.

Você acaba adormecendo com o rosto repousado na curva do pescoço dele, sentindo o calor familiar da pele e ouvindo o ritmo constante dos batimentos do seu coração. Se tentar se afastar ou mudar de posição durante a noite, o braço dele inevitavelmente encontra sua cintura outra vez, trazendo você de volta para perto em um gesto automático, acompanhado por um resmungo sonolento quase inaudível.

Ao lado dele, existe uma sensação reconfortante de segurança, como se, por algumas horas, nada do mundo lá fora fosse capaz de alcançar vocês.

@ninyaqui © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 . 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 ─ 𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐫

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A Guidebook to not Getting Rejected (With Suho, Bonus)

genre: college!au, suho x reader, smuttttt present for suho’s birthday mwaaaah 😊💓

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It’s been 5 months since you first started dating Junmyeon. He had taken you out to get treats at a coffee shop and you spent the rest of the date talking each other’s ears off on the boardwalk. One date turned into 3 dates which turned into 10 dates and suddenly you were seeing each other pretty much every single chance you got. You were crazy for him and with the way his fingers were covered in your juices and knuckle deep inside you, you would like to think he was crazy for you too. 

“Feels good, my baby?” Junmyeon’s voice rings against your ear. Your eyes are squeezed shut from how good his fingers feel, slipping in and out of you easily. “Hm? You can’t talk?” 

“Y-Yes. It feels good.” You stutter when he curves his fingers and places his palm at your clit. You couldn’t understand how he was giving you so much pleasure all with one hand. 

“You’re so cute like this.” He uses his other hand to tuck the hair on your face behind your ear and smiles. “Open your eyes for me, darling. I wanna see you cum.” 

“But it feels too good, Myeonie.” You attempt to open your eyes but quickly shut them again when he applies more pressure to your clit. He tsks and removes his palm. 

“My baby, what did I say?” His thumb rubs against your eyelids, begging you to open them. Your eyes flutter open to reveal a very hungry Junmyeon. His lips curve into that smile you adore. “There you are. Don’t shut them. Keep them on me.” 

His palm returns to your sensitive button, circling his hand with the perfect amount of pressure while simultaneously thrusting his curved fingers into you. Your back arches against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him so your foreheads were touching. His eyes were locked into yours, watching you slowly unfold with a single hand. 

“That’s it. Cum for me, baby.” He whispers lowly when he feels your pussy throbbing in the way that tells him you’re almost there. His pace speeds up and come undone around his fingers, squeezing his digits tightly as you keep eye contact with Junmyeon. His smirk returns when you exhale the breath you were holding. 

“You did so well, my love.” He lowers himself to kiss you, massaging your lips tenderly and taking the time to taste you. You gasp as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and sucks your juices. He smiles when you watch him, practically salivating. “Wanna try?” 

You nod and open your mouth for him. Junmyeon places his fingers on your tongue and you close your mouth around it, tasting yourself on him.  

“Look at you. So eager. What happened to my cute shy girl?” Junmyeon teases while you whine with his fingers still resting in your mouth. He pulls them out slowly, smiling proudly when you chase after them and pout when he doesn’t let you. “It’s getting late, my love. Do you wanna cuddle some more and then I’ll bring you home?” 

You hate this part. You hate leaving. You wish you could just stay with him. As if he hears your disappointment, he says: “You’re more than welcome to stay. I would love to fall asleep with you in my arms.” 

It’s tempting, really. But you know Stephanie would get worried. Despite you being close, your sister was weirdly uncomfortable about her baby sister’s sex life. She didn’t explicitly tell you this. But you could tell when she would call every hour or so to check on you. 

“Mhmm, I don’t think I want Stephanie to freak out.” You say, giving him a quick peck on the nose. “I want to though.” 

“No problem. Just let me cuddle you a little longer.” He smiles, falling to your side and flinging an arm around you dramatically, squeezing you tightly in his embrace. You giggle and turn your body to shove your face into his chest. He releases the biggest sigh and kisses the top of your head. 

“I love you.” His voice comes out breathily like he mustered all of his energy into telling you this.  

“Sorry?” You look up from his chest and he’s already glancing down at you with stars in his eyes. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He repeats with a smile equally as bright. “You don’t have to say it back. This is just how I feel.” 

Your lips curve and stretch your neck to kiss his soft pair. “I love you too.” 

“Thank God.” As if you just eased all his worries, he grabs your head with both hands and kisses you a lot deeper. You don’t care that your hair is now a mess and all over the place.  

Kissing your crush Kim Junmyeon like this feels like a dream come true. 

The dream has to end when Stephanie finally calls to get you to come home. You whine with his lips on yours. He doesn’t stop kissing you when you answer the call, peppering your cheeks with quick pecks.  

“Hi Y/N! Hi Junmyeon!” Stephanie exclaims, knowing Junmyeon is nearby. “Put me on speaker phone.” 

“This is so embarrassing.” You say before listening to your older sister. Junmyeon chuckles against your skin, tickling you.  

“Junmyeon~ Will you be kind enough to bring my sister home soon? Pretty please?” Stephanie uses her customer service voice, doing her best to keep light of the fact that you stayed later than your unofficial curfew.  

“Of course, we were just about to leave.” Junmyeon says, grinning ear to ear as you mouth ‘liar’ to him.  

“Thank you! I just miss my sister sooo much!” She says lightly, and if you didn’t know her, you would think she was genuinely missing you. You both spent enough years together to know this was her sarcasm tone. 

“Awwn, I missed you more. Bye!” You respond as sarcastically as she was. “Love you!” 

Stephanie laughs on the other end. “Love you more!” 

Junmyeon smirks when he sees the pout on your face. He kisses the pout away. 

“We’ll see each other tomorrow again. Okay? I’ll pick you up and we’ll go on a little date.” He tries to reassure you, but you shake your head. 

“Can we maybe come home early to snuggle some more?” 

“Whatever you like, baby.”   

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Junmyeon takes you out to walk around a cute neighbourhood with pretty houses. He brought his film camera, another one of his hobbies you just learned about, and took as many pictures of you posing with the different coloured houses. You weren’t usually good at taking photos but Junmyeon made you feel so comfortable that it became second nature to pose for him.  

As promised, Junmyeon takes you to his place early. 

“I’ll make us something to eat, okay? You rest.” Junmyeon says, pulling at your waist and kissing you. 

“Is it okay if I shower here?” You ask and you can tell Junmyeon is trying to keep his cuteness aggression together as he lightly squeezes your cheeks. 

“Of course. My shower caddy should be on the floor somewhere.” He tells you to which you snort. His room is still as messy as the first time you stepped foot in here. He’ll be done cooking by the time you find it. 

He leaves to the kitchen, leaving you on a scavenger hunt for his toiletries. You grab one of his hoodies off the floor and surprisingly find it hiding there. You take the hoodie with you to prepare for what you have planned. 

It’s been 5 months since you started dating and Junmyeon has been so respectful with you, waiting patiently for you to be ready to have sex. Yes, you’ve done other things like having him eat you out and finger you, and it must sound silly, but you felt so ready to let him have all of you after last night. You couldn’t sleep last night, thinking about the way he said those three beautiful melodious words so effortlessly like it was as easy as breathing to love you. 

And you felt the same way. You want to show him how much you did. 

After your shower, you slipped into the lingerie set you had bought when you first started dating. You thought you were ready to jump right in but when Junmyeon so much as grazed your breasts, you froze. Ever since then, you’ve been going very slowly, hitting a new milestone whenever you felt ready – Junmyeon letting you take the lead. You used his hoodie that swallowed your body, covering you right above your knee, and ran across the hallway, careful not to get caught by his housemates. 

You waited anxiously for him to return, blow drying your hair as quickly as possible until you heard footsteps creak up the stairs. You turned it off quickly and you get lost in your steps, not sure how to pose – should you pose? oh, you’re such a noob. 

You’re a deer caught in headlights when Junmyeon comes up with two plates of pasta. He chuckles, coming to you and placing the plates on his desk, which was for once, cleared of anything else.  

“Why do you look like you just got caught doing something bad?” He grabs a handful of his clothes from the chair and turns around to put them on the bed. “Come eat-” 

Junmyeon drops the clothes to the floor, immediately rushing to admire you, holding you so carefully and passionately as he kisses you hungrily. You had taken his hoodie off to reveal the wild strawberry set that fit you like a glove. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” His eyes scan your face, soaking in your features into his brain to remember this moment.  

“Myeonie, I’m ready.” You say, placing a hand on his wrist, stroking it with your thumb.  

“Are you sure? Please don’t feel pressured because we said our first I love you’s.” He turns his hand so he’s the one holding yours now and brings it to his lips, lightly pressing on the back.  

“I really want to.” Your gaze darkens, and Junmyeon gulps at the sight of his once shy girlfriend turn into his sultry princess. “Want you, Myeonie.” 

“As you wish.” He says against your hand, placing one last kiss. He positions his hand on your lower back and the other at the nape of your neck before devouring your lips, kissing you like he’s famished, thirsty, hungry for you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him.  

You moan against his lips when he pulls away to kiss your neck, placing wet and warm kisses from your neck to your breasts.  

“You sound so beautiful, my love. Moan for me again.” He continues to suck on your neck, grabbing a fistful of your breast and squeezing it lightly. You release a light exhale, feeling your knees start to get weak – you fall on his bed. 

Junmyeon towers over you, smiling fondly from above.  

“Too much?” He asks with a head tilt. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” 

“It’s not too much.” You say, reaching for his sweatpants and pulling them down. You look up innocently to find Junmyeon practically drooling at this image. Loving the way he’s staring at you, you bite on your lip and don’t break eye contact when you pull his boxers down to reveal his throbbing member. You tap on the precum leaking out of his tip and watch the transparent liquid stretch when you pull your index away. You lick it from your finger. “Will you guide me, Myeonie?” 

His dick twitches. You grin. 

“Oh my love, you’re already doing so well.” He places an encouraging hand on your cheek that you lean into. You approach his dick with so many nerves in your stomach, afraid you’ll do it wrong, but you trust Junmyeon will tell you what he likes and doesn’t like. You run a long swipe of your tongue along his length. Junmyeon releases a shaky breath, running his hand across your hair with praise.  

“Baby, lick your hand for me?” You listen, licking the palm of your hand. “Good girl. Now, massage here.” 

He grabs your wrist and places it on his balls. He helps you massage it the way he likes, setting a rhythm for you. He hisses, “Just like that. Good job, baby.” 

You lean forward and lick his tip once more to get another taste of his precum before you wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around the slit. When you feel brave enough, you take in more of him. You hear Junmyeon moan and look up unintentionally. You see his head thrown back so you know you must be doing something right. You continue, sucking your cheek in and bobbing your head back and forth. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. Can you spit on it for me, love?” He holds your chin in his fingers when you pull back and a rope of saliva follows. You nod and spit on his member, taking your other hand to stroke it, spreading the wetness. “Such a good listener.” 

You take him back in your mouth, relaxing your jaw to take as much as you can, leaving your hand at the bottom to take care of the rest of him you can’t fit. You let the drool slip out of your mouth, using it to rub his length and balls. Junmyeon’s hold on your hair tightens. He quickly lets go when he realizes what he did, making you frown. 

You look up and take him out of your mouth with a pop.  

“I like it.” You snap Junmyeon out of it and he’s immediately attentive. 

“What do you like baby?” He asks, wanting to please you the way you’re doing right now. 

“When you pull on my hair.” Junmyeon’s jaw tightens and his eyes darken. 

“Oh?” He says before he loses his hand in your hair once again, grabbing a fistful and lightly tugging on it. “Does my girl like it when I’m a little rough with her?” 

You nod, “So hot.”  

“Then continue, let me please my girl.” You obey taking him in again, slobbering all over his length, saliva spreading messily. Junmyeon tightens his hold on your hair and lightly moves your head in a slow rhythm. You love that he’s being so gently rough with you, turning you on even more and feeling yourself get wetter. His hips start to move in the same tempo, hitting the back of your throat. “You’re taking me so well. I’m gonna cum soon, okay? I’ll move you.” 

You frown, shaking your head. You wanted to taste him just as he’s tasted you dozens of times. 

“What? Darling, it’s bitter. You won’t like it.” He loosens his grip and lets you talk.  

“Let me try.” Junmyeon twitches inside your mouth as you don’t stop stroking and massaging him. His member is so wet with your drool – all you can hear in the room is the sounds of your slurping and Junmyeon’s moans. You can tell he’s close by the way he squeezes your hair and how he pushes your head closer to his base, letting his cum shoot down your throat. You swallow it all while staring up at him. He strokes your hair out your face lovingly. 

“How was it, baby?” He asks, always concerned he went too far. The wide smile that lights up your face is enough to reassure that he didn’t. 

“Bitter.” You both laugh. Junmyeon lowers himself to kiss you and lightly pushes your back to the bed. He moves his lips to your chest, and continues south to your stomach and finally, places a peck on your heat through the lingerie.  

He hooks his fingers around the lace and slowly slides it down your legs, removing it completely. He takes a quick whiff of the intricate underwear before setting it down to admire your bottom half. 

“Such a pretty colour on you.” He smiles, tickling your skin. He then kisses your thigh before lapping his tongue against your heat. 

“You’re so wet for me. Did sucking me off turn you on?” He teases, tongue swirling around your clit in eights. Ever since the first time you let him eat you out, Junmyeon has been slowly perfecting his craft, learning all the ways to make you cum with his mouth and fingers. He knows that you love it when he teases your clit – especially when his nose lightly grazes it. He knows that you love it when he puts his whole mouth on it and devours you like a man who just found his oasis. And he knows that you love it when he uses two hooked fingers to make you cum. 

“Come on, baby. Cum in my mouth. You know how much I love it.” He glances up at you who barely has it together, hips arching into him to feel more of that blessed tongue of his. Your fingers find their way through his hair as he gives you your first orgasm of the night, pulling and pushing – unable to function anymore.  

Your pussy throbs even more when Junmyeon comes up to meet your lips, rushing to let you taste yourself on his tongue. You felt his length rubbing against your thigh. It’s hard again. You can feel his tip leaking.  

You desperately needed him now.  

“Myeonie, please. I need you.” You whine. Junmyeon watches you squirm under him impatiently. A tongue darts out and he licks his lips hungrily. He loves seeing you like this. He can’t believe you’re the same timid girl that would shyly avoid eye contact when he tried talking to you. 

“God, you’re breathtaking when you beg for me like this.” Junmyeon reaches behind you and unhooks your bra. He moves it aside to wrap his mouth around your nipple, lightly biting on it, earning a gasp from you. He chuckles at your reaction and sucks on your breast, massaging the other with his hand. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair.  

“Please.” You beg once more. You felt yourself get wetter every second he was swirling his tongue around you. You were feeling empty without him inside you. You needed to be filled by him. 

“Tsk tsk tsk, I’ve never seen you so impatient. I think I’m spoiling you, love.” Junmyeon shakes his head before giving you a quick peck on your jaw. “I’ll go slow. But you’re so wet, I think you’ll be okay.” 

He places himself at your entrance, ready to push himself into you but not before teasing you a bit, spreading your juices around with his tip. You were breathing heavily now. 

“Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?” Junmyeon checks up on you one last time before he starts pushing the tip inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to your lips to distract yourself from the foreign feeling. His tongue swipes on your bottom lip and you open up to invite him in, letting him wrestle with your tongue as he slowly enters the rest of his member inside you. Junmyeon pulls back then lazily pushes back into you, moving lazily to get you used to the feeling. The moans escaping your mouth is enough for him to speed his pace up a bit. His thrusts get deeper and deeper every time. It feels so good, your nails dig into his back.  

“Faster, baby.” You whine against his lips. 

Junmyeon hisses, “You’re so good, so tight and wet for me.” He rests his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you a bit faster per your request. “I love you so much, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Junmyeon.” You say, bringing your lips to his for a desperate kiss. You were so deep in love with him, felt like it was impossible for you two to have once been strangers. Junmyeon peppers kisses all over your face, showering you with love.  

“My sweet girl.” His rhythm is steady. He’s hitting parts of you his fingers were never able to reach, making you see stars. Your eyes shut when you feel yourself get close. Junmyeon swipes a thumb on your cheek, prompting you to open your eyes. “Uh, uh. You know I want to see those shiny eyes of yours.” 

“Where do you want me to cum, my love?” He asks breathily, his pace starting to get erratic – itching for a release. 

“On my stomach?” You ask shyly and Junmyeon smiles at how cute you look.  

“As you wish.” He reassures you, kissing the side of your face and hiding his in the crook of your neck. You’re both a mess of moans and groans as Junmyeon gets you to your climax. He snakes his thumb onto your clit, applying pressure and rubbing it in circles. 

It’s the perfect touch to reach your climax. You squeal into his ear and he rapidly catches your lips, careful not to make too much noise for his housemates. You feel yourself tighten around him and Junmyeon swears under his breath.  

He quickly pulls out and strokes himself to completion, covering your stomach with his cum. He collapses on top of you and chuckles. 

“God, I love you.” 

chananyeol bong: ANOTHA ONE!!! heheheheheh i wanted this story to be one part but the smut didnt feel right to put it right after they got together, so bonus part!!! yayy!!! 😊💓 i hope u guys enjoyed!!!! hbd junmyeon (again)!! onto the nexttttt mwah mwah chupchup!!! 💝❤️‍🔥💋

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A Guidebook to not Getting Rejected (With Suho)

genre: fluffy college!au, sister's (not best) friend suho x reader, chanyeol x reader (not really) summary: you get rejected by your crush and ask your sister for help to talk to boys </3 lots of misunderstandings and miscommunications heheheheh 7.3k words

You’re pacing back and forth in front of your sister’s room, debating in your head. This feels insanely stupid and childish. You were close to Stephanie. This shouldn’t be hard to ask.  

“I can hear you drag your feet out there.” She finally calls out to you, tired of the incessant noise you were making.  

“Sorry.” You open her door and carefully shut it behind you. “I need a favor.” 

“What kind of favor?” She continues to type on her laptop. Her nails are freshly done in her classic pink shade. Her hair is curled so effortlessly. Her lash extensions look so natural on her. She’s beautiful. She’s always been so beautiful. 

“Um,” You find a spot on her freshly made bed and find a plushie to hug to ease your nerves. “There’s this guy...” 

The typing is put to a halt and Stephanie slowly turns around to face you, jaw dropped. You have never been interested in boys before. You asked your parents to enroll you in an all-girls high school, that’s how uninterested you were in them. Stephanie cannot believe her own ears. “Say that again.” 

“Steph... Please, it’s so embarrassing.” You hide your face in the plushie. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You’ve just never been into guys like that before.” She sits next to you on her bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. “What’s wrong? What happened?” 

“I told a guy I liked him and...” You can’t even say it. It’s too humiliating. “He said I was too... ‘sweet’.” You groan, wishing that the memory of your crush rejecting you dissipates from your mind. 

“And what’s wrong with that?” She rubs your back gently. She’s so comforting and warm, sometimes you wonder if all sisters come built like this.  

You finally sit up straight and pout in her direction. She tilts her head with a consoling smile.  

“Nothing’s wrong with being sweet. Kindness is a strength and anyone would be lucky to have someone as kind as you are.” She gently places a hand on your cheek. “He doesn’t know what he passed on.” 

You feel like crying. She is one of the sweetest people you have ever met. She is the definition of perfection. You don’t know what you did in your previous life to deserve a sister like her. 

“It’s just...” You think for a second, biting your lips nervously. “I realize I don’t think I even know how to approach guys. Can you teach me?” 

Your sister’s brows rise in surprise.  

“You’ve had boyfriends before and you have guy friends.” You try to explain the logic behind the thought. You watch her think for a bit, examining your pitiful state (you imagine but you know she’s too sweet to think that of you).  

Then, like the fairy godmother that she is, she perks up and agrees.  

You have no idea what you just signed up for. 

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Stephanie, or as her friends call her: Tiffany, invited you to come study with her and her friends at the library. You hadn’t put too much thought into it. So, really, you should have expected this. 

You were met with a room of four men and your sister. Sorry, you forgot to add a bit more context. You were met with four extremely attractive men. How your sister met all these guys. You have no clue.  

“You found it!” Your sister stands up excitedly, hands settling on your shoulders. “Guys, this is my sister, Y/N. Please take care of her as if she was your own.” 

She introduces you to them individually.  

There was Minseok: the sports science major with fox-like eyes you wonder how many people have fallen in love with him just by staring into them, Yixing: the fine arts major who smiled sweetly at you before he went back to work, typing away on his laptop, Chanyeol: the music major with the loud voice and who was by far the friendliest and welcoming, and finally Junmyeon: the poli-sci major who immediately caught your eye – you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. 

You gulp nervously when Junmyeon smiles at you, his eyes look like they're shining. You weren’t aware how beautifully handsome someone could be. You wonder if he and your sister have ever dated. You feel like they would be the picture-perfect couple. 

“Sit here.” Your sister sits you beside Chanyeol who is already beaming at you. It’s kind of freaking you out. You cautiously take out your laptop and shoot him a nervous smile. Were all guys this friendly? 

"You look terrified.” Chanyeol grins at you. He’s right. You are. You have never been in the same room as these many guys before. “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” He says before shooting you a comforting smile and putting his headphones back on.  

Curiously, you peek a glance at his screen. Your mouth opens in amazement when you see a complex looking screen with a bunch of colourful bubbles that you don’t think you’ll ever quite understand. Chanyeol feels your stare and pauses his work. “Do you want to hear?”  

You nod timidly. He smiles and puts the headphones over your ears. He presses play for you, biting on his lip in anticipation. Your eyes immediately widen in amazement. His voice was the perfect mix of smooth and raspy. Your ears couldn’t believe what you were hearing.  

“You made that?” You can’t tell if you’re yelling but Chanyeol is laughing at you and you can’t help but smile back. Interacting with a man seems easy. He nods, shoulders shaking from laughing. “It’s really good!” 

Chanyeol loses his shit and throws his head back before taking the headphones off. 

“Sure, Chanyeol, destroy my sister’s hearing.” Tiffany says sarcastically before she turns back to Junmyeon who laughs subtly through his nose. She listens intently to him as he gets serious again and explains a concept to her. You watch as his lips purse as he talks – pink and glossy, likely from the constant licking he was doing from talking so much. Your sister doesn’t even look at him when he explains. It’s blowing your mind. This is the first time you are seeing your sister do something wrong. Because Junmyeon looks absolutely stunning. You don’t think you would even be able to concentrate if he was your tutor. You don’t even notice that Chanyeol is asking you a question.  

“He’s handsome, huh?” Chanyeol leans in closer so only you could hear him. You jump in your seat and almost fall off when you see how close he is to you. He catches you before you fall. 

“What did you think of my song? It’s my final project.” He asks as if he didn’t just catch you ogling his friend. 

"I-It was really good!” You stutter like an idiot. You make the mistake of glancing at Junmyeon and your sister who are both staring at you with concern. Of course they are. They’re perfect people. Perfect people who check on the condition of others.  

You avert your attention back to the comforting presence that is Chanyeol.  

“Ohh! Thank you! I’m so glad you like it.” He cheers and grabs something from his pocket. “Here, have a candy.”  

“Are you Pavlov-ing her to like your music?” Junmyeon finally talks loud enough for you to hear and your ears melt. His voice is soft but not in the way that makes him look weak, more in the way that makes people want to listen to what he has to say. But most importantly, you melt because he’s funny too. 

“No! She genuinely likes it. Right, Y/N? You’re not lying to be polite?” Chanyeol looks at you expectantly, head tilted playfully with big eyes staring into you. 

“N-No! I would never!” You shake your head quickly and turn to Junmyeon to show him that you do enjoy Chanyeol’s music.  

When you do, your hearts races.  

He’s fully smiling at you, eyes crinkled into crescent moons, wrinkling the corners of his eyes beautifully. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone smile so brightly like that before. 

“I’m just teasing, Y/N.” He laughs it off before returning his attention to your sister. 

The heavy feeling in your chest returns as you spend the entire study session sneaking glances at your sister and Junmyeon. 

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Stephanie’s first step in her guidebook to getting familiar with men is a success. She’s happy to see that Chanyeol has made an impression on you.  

“Oh, hey Chanyeol. What’re you doing in my kitchen?” She asks in her pink silk set and matching fluffy pink slippers. She just woke up, yet she looks so put together. 

“Chanyeol and I are going to go for a run!” You exclaim, blender in hand.  

“That explains the headband.” She taps Chanyeol’s head teasingly before she clicks on the kettle to start boiling her water. Stephanie has a glass of warm water every morning, says it’s good for her metabolism and gut health.  

Your sister takes care of her body with a fragility and femininity touch, focusing on what feels right for her body. You take care of your body by putting it through heavy lifting and tracking your macros. 

Stephanie does pilates and spin while you powerlift and jog.  

“That’s good. You finally found a jogging buddy.” She scrunches her nose at you, booping it affectionately. “Chanyeol, I didn’t know you ran.” 

"Not as fast as Y/N.” He smiles in your direction as you pour your magic smoothie that boosts your energy before a run. He has a taste of the green coloured mix, still skeptical. You watch the light in his eyes return and his ears perk up realizing that you haven’t poisoned him. “This is delicious!”  

Chanyeol chugs the rest of the drink while you giggle, pouring yourself a glass. 

Stephanie stops the kettle midway as not to get to a boil and eyes you both as she drinks her warm water. 

“Hm...” She hums, small smile appearing on her lips.  

“What’s so funny?” You raise an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Nothing.” Her grin doesn’t get any smaller. 

Weird. 

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Stephanie had texted you that the group would be meeting at the same study room you’ve all grown accustomed to. You arrive a lot earlier than the others, opting to study a bit more before you had to be in the same room as Junmyeon. You were in for another distracted session for sure. 

You find a spot on the couch near the room that’s still being used by other students. You check the time and pull the tiny coffee table closer to you and get settled. There’s still lots of time to get some work done. You manage to get a head start on your final essay at the end of the semester, drafting the structure and topics you want to highlight. Maybe you should do a bit more of the reading too.  

A hand waves in your face, disturbing the current flow state you were in. 

You raise your gaze at the culprit in annoyance, brows furrowed. 

They quickly raise in surprise instead when you see Junmyeon’s bright smile directed at you. Your mouth is slightly agape. Your hand shakily moves your headphones from your ears, wrapping your neck instead. It’s a bit hard to breathe when he’s looking at you so prettily.  

“Can I sit with you?” Junmyeon gestures the empty spot next to you and you scooch a bit to make space. 

“O-Of course! Come sit!” You feel like hitting yourself on the head. If Stephanie was here, she would 100% be giggling to herself with how ridiculous you’re acting around him. But how can you act normally when he smells like a fresh basket of laundry and his smile is bright enough to light the city?  

“Looks like there’s still people in there.” He makes small talk as he situates himself beside you. He gets comfortable in his seat. He’s wearing the university’s hoodie paired with baggy denim jeans. It’s a simple outfit most people throw on lazily but on him, it looks curated and intentional like he was going for the college boyfriend look. You must be going crazy. Junmyeon’s chuckle breaks you from your reverie. 

“Sorry? I wasn’t listening.” 

“I figured. I was asking what you were working on.” He’s amused by you. You would too if someone acted a fool around you.  

“Oh.” You say, as if you couldn’t believe he would be interested in what you were doing. “My final essay for intro to psych. I was just drafting it. I figured I’d start early so I don’t rush it later.” 

“Psych?” He tilts his head. “I thought you were a Kinesiology major.”  

You’re surprised he knows this. He’s never asked you this before. Stephanie probably told him when introducing you to the group. 

“It’s just an elective my advisor suggested.” You shrug. It wasn’t your first choice but you were growing to like it. It’s just a course to get through the first semester.  

“I took it my first semester too. Let me see.” He scoots closer to you and turns your laptop slightly to see your notes. The whole library probably heard the sharp breath you just took the second he got close to you. “Relax, I’m not going to judge.” 

He scoffs at your reaction; the edge of his lip rising in amusement. You wonder if the library also hears how loud your heart is racing right now.  

“Colour-coded notes... Cute.”  

Your hand flies to your mouth to cover the ridiculous smile growing on your face. Your cheeks were burning and hurting. You look around the library, anything other than Junmyeon’s unnecessarily perfect and smooth face and pursing lips as he concentrated to read your notes. Your eyes set sight on Chanyeol and you can’t help but feel relief, letting go of the breath you were holding. 

“Chanyeol!” You exclaim, jumping up to greet him. He raises an arm for you and you give him a side hug. 

“Hey Y/N.” His smile eases the tension built in your chest. “Hey Junmyeon. Were you guys studying together?” 

Junmyeon slowly leans away from your laptop and gives Chanyeol a small nod. “I was just looking at her notes.” 

“Ah.” Chanyeol says, shifting his eyes between you two. “The study room’s empty if you guys want to move in there.” 

Junmyeon nods politely, closing your laptop. He grabs it and your backpack too.  

“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” You reach to take your stuff from him but he pulls it slightly away, insisting. 

“It’s right there, Y/N. I got it.” He reassures you with that warm smile of his. 

If the library didn’t hear your heart before, you’re sure they’ve heard it now. 

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“I don’t know about this, Steph...” You pull down on Stephanie’s skirt she lent you for this party. 

“It’ll be fun! Chanyeol will be there.” Your sister hooks an arm around yours excitedly. She’s like a puppy the way she yaps and jumps around you.  

“Okay?” You raise an eyebrow at the mention of Chanyeol. You didn’t want him to see you like this either. 

“All I’m saying is this could be the perfect opportunity to practice how you flirt with guys.” She explains, dragging you to the front entrance where a line has already been formed to get in. 

“It’s a frat house.” You say, scanning the crowd of beautiful women and attractive men. She is throwing you into the ocean and you can’t even swim.  

“They’re normal guys too, you know.” She senses your judgement. 

“No, they’re not! They drink and party, probably do keg stands too!” You try to say it as lowly as possible as not to offend literally everyone here tonight.  

“Not all of them.” 

“Name one.” 

“Junmyeon.” 

“Oh.” 

“Tiffany! Y/N! Come inside!” Minseok’s voice disrupts the moment, waving for you both to come in. You hear a bunch of groans and complaints behind you that you will choose to ignore. Of course your sister had an in to this party. You just didn’t know it would be because of the same boys you formed a study group with. 

“Just try to have fun. If you feel uncomfortable, find me or Chanyeol.” It’s the last thing she says before she’s being dragged in all sorts of directions by different people. You don’t even get the chance to respond. This is her second time mentioning Chanyeol. Did she like him or something? 

The reminder sets off something in your head and you’re met with the realization that you really don’t want to be here. Your skirt was way too short. There were too many people screaming, drinking and dancing. You just don’t fit in.  

You try scanning the crowd for Chanyeol but you don’t find that giant head of his anywhere. Feeling hopeless, you go up the stairs. It might be a bit quieter there. Without thinking, you open the first door you see. 

“Oh, sorry!” You say when you see a pair of legs on a bed. 

“Y/N?” 

You freeze at the door then come to your senses when Junmyeon leans forward, guitar on his lap. He waves you in with a smile on his face. He removes his headphones and puts his guitar back on the stand. You enter, closing the door behind you. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.” You apologize and sit at the edge of his bed, pulling on your skirt before it rides any further. His room is a bit messy which was not what you expected of him. He just seems like such a clean guy – he does smell like one after all.  

There was a chair with a bunch of clothes on it. There were also a bunch of rock posters plastered on his walls: The Beatles and Coldplay for instance. You thought he’d be more into classical music or maybe musicals. Something classy. He is full of happy surprises. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves you off. He gets up from his bed and grabs a hoodie and sweatpants from the pile of clothes. “You look uncomfortable. Do you want to borrow these?” 

Your heart races once again. 

You nod and Junmyeon hands you his clothes before turning around to let you change. You wear the sweats over your crop top and skirt. It smells so ridiculously like him. You take one last sniff before sitting criss-cross on his bed, a lot more comfortable now.  

“You play guitar?” You try to avert your attention from the overwhelming feeling in your chest. 

He turns around, hearing you get on his bed. He’s staring at you with a glint in his eyes. His cheekbones pop out when he grabs the guitar again.  

“Yeah! Do you want to hear?” He sounds so excited to show you, grabbing the headphones and handing them to you. You smile and let him put them over your ears instead - his fingers brushing over your red ears. You’re glad your hair is covering them. 

“Tell me if it’s too loud.” 

You nod, biting on your lip unconsciously. The more you got to know him, the more your attraction for him grew. He was different from your expectations in the best way possible. 

He starts playing a beautiful riff. There is something about the electric guitar that makes it sound as sensual as it is romantic. You stop yourself from leaving your mouth agape, biting on your cheek nervously. There’s a pit growing in your stomach that you’ve only ever felt once in your life when you read a explicit book for the first time. You avoid eye contact with him when he stops. 

“Was that bad? You didn’t seem to like it.” Junmyeon’s smile is present, but his brows show you that he seems a bit embarrassed.  

"No!!” You shake your head vigorously and finally meet his eyes. It’s taking a lot in you not to cry, finding it frustrating that you don’t know how to be comfortable around him. “It was genuinely beautiful. I’ve never heard that song before.” 

“Oh, thank you. I wrote it.” He tells you casually. 

This man can’t be real.  

“You wrote that? You’re so talented! Why aren’t you in music with Chanyeol?” You ask in disbelief. He shrugs, leaning forward to help you take off the headphones. 

“It’s just a hobby. I want to be a lawyer.” He places the blue strat back on the stand next to his bed and leans against the headboard. The image is a bit too much for you. Seeing him in an oversized t-shirt and pyjama pants feels too intimate. You stare into his eyes, distracting yourself from how good he looks sprawled out on his bed. 

“Ohh, well I think you’re really gifted.” You compliment him one more time. “What other hidden talents do you have?” 

He laughs, his eyes smiling at you brightly once again. “You’re cute.”  

You swoon. You’re shocked you haven’t fallen off his bed over that comment. 

Maybe it’s because making him laugh feels like one of your greatest accomplishments. You hope you can make him laugh over and over again so you can hear that beautiful sound nonstop. 

“Just the one. What about you? Can you play?”  

“No, no. I only listen to music. I can’t make it.” You wave your hands embarrassingly. You don’t really have hobbies, unless you count the gym as one. 

“Sure you can. Here, I’ll show you.” He moves off the bed and nudges you to turn your body to the left. You follow, letting your legs fall off the bed. He places the guitar on your lap and crouches in front of you. His fingers wrap around your wrist and places them on the neck.  

“Relax your fingers.” He taps twice on your knuckles and for the first time tonight, he eases your tension even with the next thing he says. “Good girl.” 

He does all the work, placing your three fingers on three strings in a row. There’s something so calming with the way he touches you. He’s being so gentle with you. 

“Strum.”  

You listen to him, strumming the guitar with your thumb like you see musicians do all the time. You’re shocked to hear a cohesive sound.  

“Woah.” 

“Not bad, right?” He beams as he looks up at you with those dark and glossy eyes. You’ll probably dream of them tonight. 

“No. It was really fun-” 

“Junmyeon, have you seen-” 

Your head turns to see Chanyeol at the door, holding onto the doorknob. He blinks once, twice, before saying something. 

“... Y/N.” He finishes his sentence with a blank stare. You’ve never seen him like this before. Chanyeol was always so perky and happy to see you. 

“Hey Chanyeol! Junmyeon was just teaching me a chord.” You say innocently, not putting too much thought into it. Junmyeon stands up from the ground and that’s when you see Chanyeol’s eyes widen ever so slightly.  

“You’re wearing his clothes.” He says, completely ignoring what you just said. 

“She looked uncomfortable, so I lent her some clothes. I hope that’s okay.” Junmyeon clears up any misunderstanding for you. 

“Of course it’s okay.” Chanyeol’s usual tone and facial expression returns. “Your sister is looking for you.” 

“Ah.” You try to put the strat back on the stand but Junmyeon grabs it for you. “Thank you for spending time with me, Junmyeon.”  

“No, thank you. Good night, Y/N.”  

You shoot him one last smile before disappearing behind the door and back into the loud party with Chanyeol. Your heart is still in disbelief of what just happened. 

Chanyeol escorts you to the kitchen where Stephanie is talking to some other friends. She finally sees you by Chanyeol’s side and tilts her head curiously with a sly smile. You wonder what she’s up to with that mischievous grin on her face. 

“Hi Y/N~” She says with a little playful tone. She must be tipsy. She suddenly looks up at Chanyeol with the brightest smile. “Thanks, Chanyeol, for bringing my sister to me~”  

“It’s no problem.” He replies, tone still a bit different than you’re used to. 

Stephanie hooks her arm around yours with the same cheeky grin she’s been sporting since you got here. 

“I’m so happy for you!” She randomly squeals in your ear, making you laugh at how silly she’s being.  

“Happy for what?” You indulge her, just happy that she’s happy. 

“Come on, you’re wearing Chan-” 

“SHOTS!!” Yixing comes out of nowhere with a tray full of tiny cups and shoves them in our faces. Your sister grabs two: one for her and another for presumably you. She doesn’t say much, only winking at you and downing the drink. 

You follow her lead and immediately gag at the awful taste and burn in your throat. 

You wish you could sneak back into Junmyeon’s room and learn the guitar just a bit longer. 

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You can’t stop thinking about Junmyeon. Even as you’re highlighting notes in your textbook, you don’t halt your thoughts for a second. The way his fingers were delicately touching yours. The way he smiled when you complimented his song. And the way he noticed immediately how uncomfortable you were in Stephanie’s clothes. Junmyeon was making it insanely hard to get over this silly crush on him. 

“Y/N.” Chanyeol calls your name and your bubble bursts. He smiles when he sees you come back down to Earth. “I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

“Sure.” You say, adding the cap back on the highlighter and put all your attention onto him. 

“It’s a bit out there. And I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship.” Chanyeol looks really nervous. He’s rubbing his pen with his thumb and you can feel his leg shaking under the table. 

“It won’t. I can’t afford to lose a jogging buddy.” You joke, taking a sip from your bottle. 

“I just want to make sure I’m not reading this wrong. But do you like Junmyeon?” 

Caught off guard, you choke on your drink. You tap your chest to clear the liquid from your throat. Chanyeol also helps, patting your back. 

“W-What- How did you?” 

“You’ve liked him since the day we all met, right?” Chanyeol cuts you off. He’s looking at you expectantly like he’s being a good cop and you’re the criminal he’s interrogating. “I can tell by the way you look at him. And I’m saying this to you as a friend who wants to give you advice - which you can take or not of course.” 

You didn’t know you were being that obvious around Junmyeon. 

“You should tell him how you feel.” Chanyeol’s eyes soften and he looks... sad? He isn’t - hasn’t been his usual jolly self since the party and you’re unsure why. 

“But what if he rejects me? Like the other guy? I’m so scared, Chanyeol.” Your gaze lowers to your hands on your lap. This is embarrassing. Chanyeol was able to read you at first glance and you were still stuck in square one, unable to talk to your crush without dysfunctioning and having your heart jump out of your chest. 

“You won’t know how he feels until you tell him. You have to tell people how you feel when you feel them, Y/N.” He stops and thinks for a second before resuming. “Otherwise... You might miss out on other opportunities.”  

“I can’t even be myself with him. I get so nervous and jittery. I’m not ready.” Your head falls onto your textbook in embarrassment. “I just want to be as calm with him as I am with you.” 

Chanyeol scoffs and makes you turn your head so your cheek was on a page and you were facing him instead.  

“I promise you you’ll get there with time. That’s just what having a crush feels like.” He pats your head gently and smiles at you comfortingly. You could always count on him to cheer you up.  

You straighten yourself and go for a hug. “Thank you so much Chanyeol.”  

It takes him a second before wrapping his arms around you tightly. His head rests at the top of your head while his hand rubs your back.  

“Don’t mention it.” 

The hug is cut short when you hear the door to the study room open. 

“Oh, sorry we didn’t mean to interrupt.” Stephanie comes in with the same twinkle in her eye as that time at the party. Junmyeon is right behind her. He shoots you a faint smile before shifting his eyes to the floor, not even greeting you or Chanyeol with enthusiasm like he usually does. 

Did you offend him somehow? 

Maybe you accidentally said something at the party. You think hard to that night. But nothing comes to mind. You thought Junmyeon and you had a really good time for the short time you were together. 

You purse your lips, trying not to let it get to you. What if you missed the window of opportunity like Chanyeol warned you? 

“Oh shoot. I forgot my textbook in my locker. I’ll be right back.” Stephanie says as she rummages through her purse. “It’s so far though…” 

“I’ll walk with you.” Chanyeol stands up and follows your sister out the door, passing you with a comforting pat on your back. You exhale as you realize what he’s doing. 

Your eyes follow Junmyeon as he sits in his usual spot across from you. He’s still quiet, refusing to look at you. 

A thought crosses your mind. 

“Um, Junmyeon…”  

He lifts his head instinctively, finally meeting your eyes. You can tell he’s silently regretting it. There’s a gloomy look in his gaze and you really want to make him feel better. 

“I just wanted to thank you for lending me your clothes on Friday. It was really nice of you.” You clear your throat to calm the nerves. Somehow you’ve convinced yourself that the reason he won’t reply and probably hates you is because you haven’t returned his clothes yet. “I promise I’ll get them back to you. I just wanted to wash them first.” 

“There’s no need for that.” Junmyeon’s smile returns but it’s too polite… too nice. It doesn’t feel like him. His genuine smile is contagious and warm, not cold and foreign. His gaze goes back to his laptop as yours don’t leave his form. 

You’re pouting now. This somehow feels worse than the first time you got rejected. Probably because you actually know the guy this time. 

You have to tell people how you feel when you feel them. 

“Junmyeon!”  

His eyes widen and he’s staring at you all freaked out. You don’t think you’ve ever raised your voice at anyone before. 

“I- I-” The confidence is quick to fade away but you have to keep going. “I like you. And I’m sorry if I’ve offended you somehow but I thought we got along really well on Friday and- and whatever it is you have a problem with, please tell me now because I’m going crazy here.” 

Junmyeon stares at you in what you think is a look of disbelief.  

“Or don’t. Please ignore what I said.” You sit back down and focus on your laptop, moving your cursor all over your screen, not necessarily clicking on anything. 

“You like me?” He breaks the silence, lips curving into a smile. 

But it’s quick to leave his face. And there’s a pit growing in your stomach. 

“Yes.” You say nervously, biting on your lip. It feels like an eternity waiting for him to say anything else. He’s thinking really hard, you can tell by the way he purses his lips. The face is all too familiar. It’s the same face your first crush had when he was rejecting you. You want to bury yourself under a bunch of sand and let the ocean take you out with a big wave. “I-It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I won’t take it personally-” 

“Wait, no.” Junmyeon’s eyes shift to you then to the door. “Um, come.” 

Before you knew it, Junmyeon grabs your wrist and pulls you up and out of the study room, leaving all your belongings behind. 

“My laptop...” You pout as he brings you to one of the empty aisles of the library. 

“They’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.” Junmyeon comforts you but it’s not enough to ease the anxiety that’s blown out of proportion inside of you. You just want to shake out the rejection from his mouth. He brought you here so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends. That must be it. You’re Stephanie’s inexperienced younger sister, of course he wouldn’t want you- 

“Listen,” He starts and you hold your breath. “You’re really nice and sweet.” 

Here it comes. 

“I just... want you to think about this a little bit more. We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks. You’re just getting over a different guy. I don’t want to rush into things so quickly...” He says a bit too fast, like he’s trying to get rid of the words and get this over with. He’s looking at you with a softened gaze like he’s handling a dried bouquet of flowers and trying not to make a mess before he throws it into the trash.  

“Oh, no worries. I get it.” You wave him off like it’s no big deal; the sting in your eyes burning extra hard. The shake in your voice isn’t hard to ignore either. “I’m sorry for making things weird.” 

“Y/N... Wait, that’s not-” He tries to reach for you but you retreat first.  

“No, really, it’s okay.” You force a smile before turning back and rushing to the study room. The tears come out a lot easier than it is to stop them. 

You open the door and are met with four pairs of eyes staring at you. 

Stephanie is the first to get up and check on you. You dodge her and grab your things, slinging your bag onto your shoulder before you head to the door. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Where’s Junmyeon?” You hear Chanyeol’s voice behind you and his chair screech to check on you too. Overwhelmed, you leave the room and head anywhere else. 

“Y/N, slow down.” Your sister is quick to follow you. She’s always been fast to be by your side. You don’t slow your pace though, walking even faster so she doesn’t see the tears running down your face. 

So she follows. She’s with you the only way you’re letting her. 

She trails behind you when you finally walk out the doors of the university and stop, unsure where to go next. She places a hand on your back and pulls you in for a side hug. 

“Come, my car’s this way.” She says, pulling you in the direction of her parking spot. It’s not a far walk but it’s enough to calm you down from the heightened emotions. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N. So I can help you.” She asks when you finally get inside her car, giving you a moment to settle your breath before speaking. 

Stephanie’s voice is filled with warmth and comfort. She feels like the sun and you can’t help but look her way. 

“I confessed to my crush.” You tell her shyly. “And he rejected me. Again.” 

You can’t believe you let this happen again. 

She frowns. 

“But you came in crying and Chanyeol was in the room.” 

It’s your turn to raise your eyebrow at her.  

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, unsure what she’s hinting at. 

“Your crush? Isn’t it Chanyeol?” She asks like you’re the one who is lost. 

You blink at her, once, twice. 

“… Junmyeon. I told Junmyeon I like him and he rejected me.” 

You can see the horror flash in Stephanie’s eyes and she covers her mouth. 

“What?” You ask, mirroring her reaction. “Why’s this so hard to believe?” 

“I’ve… I’ve been telling Junmyeon how you’ve been crushing on Chanyeol…” She says quietly, voice low and ashamed of what she’s done. You frown. When have you ever told her you were into Chanyeol?  

You’re just getting over a different guy. Suho’s voice rings in the back of your mind. And that sentence finally starts to make sense to you. You thought he was talking about the first guy who you were definitely over. 

“Y/N… I am so sorry. I can fix this!” Stephanie immediately goes on her phone and starts typing on her phone. 

“Steph, what are you doing?” You watch as she nervously types, erases, types and erases. 

“I’m texting Junmyeon right now.” She says frantically. You’ve never seen your sister so stressed out before. 

“What? Why?” You take her phone and delete the message. “He doesn’t like me! That's not going to change.” 

She steals her phone back and puts it away on her lap. 

“No, Y/N, I think he does.” She deadpans. 

“I was so fixated on you and Chanyeol. I didn’t put two and two together that you would be interested in Junmyeon. Oh god, I think I made a mess.” She continues. Her face is mixed with embarrassment and an eagerness to share her new-found revelation. “But Junmyeon definitely likes you.” 

You don’t even know how to respond to her. She must have lost her mind. As if she sees the confusion on your face, she persists. 

“He’s always asking about you.” She insists. 

“Stop lying. He’s just being nice.” 

“No, before I introduced you to the guys, he’s never once asked how my sister was, what your major was, what your schedule was or if we were meeting with you and the study group - even though I’m pretty sure you’re very comfortable talking to the opposite sex now and the study group is very much not needed anymore.” Stephanie looks very serious and… convincing. You can’t tell if this is just Stephanie’s communications bachelor’s talking.  

“Y/N, how exactly did he reject you?” 

You fold your lips into your mouth nervously. 

Now that you think of it… You can’t remember the exact words.  

It felt like a rejection. 

Stephanie sees the hesitation in your face and for the first time, you see your sister get annoyed with you. 

“We’re fixing this.” 

-------- 

Stephanie has you pacing back and forth in front of Junmyeon’s fraternity house. She had dropped you off under the premise that you were going to a cute coffee shop to study for the upcoming midterms.  

It’s been 15 minutes and she still hasn’t returned. She really did abandon you at the front steps like some stray cat. You feel your stomach turn as you approach the door. With a big gulp, you ring the doorbell. 

You release the tension from your shoulder when Minseok opens the door with a bright smile. 

“Y/N! Tiffany said you’d be stopping by.”  

Your shoulders tense up again. You hope she didn’t tell them anything. Although, they did see you walk into the room with tears in your eyes. It would be weird if they hadn’t figured it out on their own. 

“Junmyeon’s the first to the right.” He invites you in and throws a hand in the direction of the familiar room. So he does know. Great. 

“He hasn’t really talked to any of us about what happened. Just been cooped up in his room playing the guitar.” Minseok pats you on the back and lead you to the stairs. “Just talk to him.” 

You nod and find your way up the stairs that brought you to him the first time. You open the door to find him in the same position, legs straight on the bed, his cute feet covered in socks and moving to the rhythm of his music. You peek your head through to let yourself be seen but find his eyes closed and headphones on. Unsure how to approach this, you shut the door a little harder than you would usually.  

He doesn’t budge, still strumming along the blue strat.  

You bite your bottom lip and do the unthinkable. 

You tickle his foot. 

Junmyeon almost kicks you, eyes wide in surprise. Once it registers that it’s you, his body relaxes and he rushes to take off his headphones.  

“I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” He comes to your side and inspects you for any damage he might have done.  

“You didn’t even touch me.” You reassure him, offering him a small smile. You don’t let him say another word before you let yourself ramble. 

“Junmyeon, I came to say I’m sorry for the way I reacted. I rushed out of there and didn’t let you finish. I really do enjoy spending time with you and I hope that we can still stay friends. And maybe you can still teach me the guitar?” You finally say the words you had been practicing in your head this whole week. The heavy weight on your chest has finally been lifted and your conscience is now cleared. It’s now up to Junmyeon to accept being your friend. You wait for him to smile and say no worries, let’s just forget alllll about it. And you can try to move on from his beautiful brown eyes that disappear when he smiles. 

“But I don’t want to be friends.” He frowns. 

And the heavy feeling returns.  

“Oh.” 

“No, no.” He approaches you, hands reaching your sides awkwardly as if he didn’t want you to run off in tears again. “Please don’t misunderstand. I like you. Like, really really like you.” 

“Oh.” You were so ready for him to reject you kindly that this didn’t feel like an actual option. You didn’t think Stephanie would be right, but of course she was. It’s Stephanie. 

“Please stop saying oh.” He bites onto his lip nervously, almost looking like he’ll cry right then and there. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just having such a hard time believing any of this is real. But that’s my problem not yours.” You say, backing away from his hold. 

Junmyeon pulls you in for the hug, wrapping his arms around you and refusing to let you run away again. It takes you a couple seconds to react but you snake your arms around once you’ve come to your senses that Kim Junmyeon is hugging you. You rest your cheek against his chest and you smell the familiar scent of his laundry you’ve grown addicted to. You feel his every tense muscle soften around your body. 

“I’ve liked you ever since you walked into that study room looking all nervous to meet a bunch of guys. To be honest, when Stephanie first approached me, I thought it was a bit weird. We had only been study partners, and suddenly, she wants me to help her with her inexperienced sister.” He pulls away a bit so he can look at you as he confesses to you how he feels. Your heart stops when his lips curve into a smile and he laughs at the memory of Stephanie being Stephanie and doing the most to help you. 

“But when you were yelling at Chanyeol with those headphones on, I was hooked. You looked so cute. I couldn’t wait to talk to you. I wanted to know more. I’ve never felt so curious about a person before.” He admits, resting a gentle hand on your cheek. “I couldn’t understand how someone so cute could ever get rejected.” 

You gulp when his eyes flicker to your lips.  

“Cute.” He mutters to himself before kissing your cheek and making your face unintentionally burn up. “So no, I don’t want to be just friends with you, but I would love nothing more than to take you out on a date and take our time getting to know one another.” 

Your heart races at an impossible speed. 

“And maybe guitar lessons?” You manage to mutter out like an idiot. 

Junmyeon’s smile quickly morphs into the one you love so much, brightening the room and warming your heart. 

“Maybe.” 

Unable to contain your happiness, you return the smile and give him a quick peck on his lips. 

“Well, it’s a definitely, now.”

✰ bonus ova here ✰

chananyeol bong: y/n is sucha big fluff ball omfg shes so oblivious that two men are fighting for her affection. if only that was meeeeee </3 (not really i would hate that) i hope you guys enjoy!!!! this was supposed to be 2k words MAXXXX but idk i let the writing gods take the wheel on this one. 🙏🏼😊 there's going to be a part 2 but the story is basically done!! part 2 is just a bonus for us!! 💓💘

and of course a happy early birthday to kim junmyeon!!! ilysm ty for being the rock of the family you sweet sweet boy!!! 🥹😭💖💗💌💘

this is y/n btw:

[lunaslily6]

HOW THE WEAK HERO BOYS WOULD REACT TO YOU GETTING A PIERCING

included: Sieun, Suho, Humin (Baku), Beomseok, Seong-je, Juntae, Hyuntak (Gotak), Baekjin

YEON SIEUN:

PIERCING: Nose stud

Knock knock knock

“Sieun!! I’m here!” Y/N yells for their boyfriend. Almost every night they’re at his house for studying, sleep overs, or simply if they need a place to stay.

Sieun goes to the door and opens it to see Y/N, his partner with a new nose piercing. His steady eyes stare at their nose. “What’s this?” He stares at the stud.

“Oh, yeah I got a piercing, do you like it?” Y/N says shyly showing off their nose. Sieun stares longer, Y/N can feel the rising anxiety in their stomach.

“It’s pretty.” he mutters. His eyes still staring, but his cheeks pinker than they were before. Y/N smiles, feeling their own cheeks getting hotter. “Can I uh, come inside?” Sieun snaps out of it, moving aside to let their partner in.

“I uh. I like it.” He grabs Y/N’s arms and gives them a small but slow kiss. They pull away and he gives a tiny smile. “It fits you.”

Y/N feels their anxiety lift off their shoulders. “So do you wanna watch a movie and eat together?” They propose to Sieun, eye lashes fluttering. He smiles, “After my homework.”

AHN SUHO:

Piercing: Septum

“Hey Suho, wake up.”

Y/N shakes Suhos body, his head still down on his desk. He shudders awake and rubs his eyes.

“Oh hey baby.” he rubs his eyes then freezes. He looks closer at them.

“Did you get a piercing?” he analyzes their face. Y/N nods and smiles “Yeah! it’s a septum, do you like it?” They sway their body nervously. Suho smiles and grabs their face.

“It’s really cute! Does it hurt? Does it tickle? Can you still smell?” Suho bombards Y/N with ridiculous questions.

“Thank you, no, no and yes. It’s still healing a bit but it doesn’t hurt anymore.” They move it side to side. Suho smiles, “You’re so beautiful.” He gives them a sweet kiss. “Alright come on! you’re gonna miss lunch.” They grab his hand and drag him down to eat. “Wait wait!”

Y/N turns around, “Yeah?” He places a quick peck to their nose. “Alright we’re good.”

OH BEOMSEOK:

Piercing: Eyebrow

“Beomseok? Where are you?” Y/N stands in the street, phone to their ear trying to find their boyfriend.

“I’m just across, you’ll see me soon.” Beomseoks sweet deep voice speaks.

“Oh! there you are!” Y/N hangs up and runs to him. “Hey honey! How was school?” Y/N engulfs their boyfriend in a hug. “It was good beautiful, how was yours?” They pull away and Beomseoks eyes lock on the shining metal on Y/Ns eyebrow.

“It was good! I got some good food and got homework done early.” Beomseoks cheeks go pink and a small shy smile develops on his face.

“What’s this?” he touches the space around their eyebrow gently like they’ll break.

“Oh yeah, i got a new piercing, do you like it?”

He smiles and hides his face by looking down.

“It’s cute..” Y/N smiles and lifts his chin.

“Thank you love.” They give eachother a shy yet loving kiss.

“It fits you perfectly..” He smiles as he admires them.

PARK HUMIN (BAKU):

Piercing: Smiley

Y/N smiles a lot, That’s Baku’s favorite feature of theirs, their smile never fails to brighten his day. So when one day, they’re on Y/N’s couch watching a movie and talking, Baku notices a dangling little piece of metal everytime they smile.

“Hey baby, did you get something on your teeth?” He points out their piercing with a genuinely distraught look at first. Y/N feels their teeth and feels the piercing and laughs.

“It’s a new piercing! It’s called a smiley.” They lift their lip to show the piercing off. Baku stares in amazement and adornment. “It’s so perfect for you.” he smiles as he places his fingers and hands all over Y/N’s cheeks and mouth. “How the hell does that get in there?”

“Ok ok no touchy!” Y/N swats his hands playfully. He giggles, “Alright alright fine.”

They go back to the movie but he leans to her, “It looks perfect on you by the way.” Y/N looks at him and they share a playful kiss.

SEO JUNTAE:

Piercing: Industrial

“Jun-tae.” Y/N calls to their boyfriend, he’s always doing something, he can’t ever be still.

“Jun-tae?” Y/N walks to their kitchen where Jun-tae is re-organizing their fridge. “Oh hey!”

“Hey honey what are you doing?” Y/N questions, walking over to him.

“Oh well I got some more groceries but they didn’t fit so i’m fixing it.” he gives his cute little smile that makes Y/Ns heart throb with cuteness aggression.

“Awww you’re so cute!” Y/N pinches his cheek and kisses his head.

“Oh, what’s that?” He points to their ear.

“Oh yeah I got a new ear piercing, it’s called an industrial.” Y/N moves their hair out of the way to show him. He stares in awe and smiles as he examines them. “Wow, it goes through your ear!”

“Yeah! isn’t it cool!” Y/N beams with excitement.

“I love it! it’s so awesome.” Juntae embraces Y/N in a tight hug. Y/N kissing his cheek in retaliation, making his cheeks go red.

GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK):

Piercing: Monroe

“Hello, Do you have a reservation?” The waitress smiles politely.

“Oh yes, it should be under Gotak.” She searches a paper. “Oh yes, he arrived here a few minutes ago come with me.” I follow the lady to the table where Gotak is drinking his soda while waiting for me. “Hey!” I sit down, “Y/N hey!” He beams at them and then notices the piercing.

“Wow. You look…..amazing.” He stares at them starstruck. His eyes focused on the ball just above her lip. “Oh thank you, i thought about trying a new style.” Y/N says tucking a piece of their hair behind their ear.

“It looks amazing on you. Keep it.” Gotak grabs their hand and caresses it.

“I will.” Y/N says blushing. Gotak brings their fingers to his lips. “Perfect.”

GEUM SEONGJE: (slightly suggestive)

Piercing: Tongue

“Seongje~” Y/N calls out to their boyfriend. “I’m over here baby.” His seductive voice calls out.

“I’ve missed you, how was work?” He asks walking to them and reaching out to their sides.

“Good, got paid today, got you a gift.” Y/N pulls out a pack of cigarettes and hands it to him. “Oh, my favorite brand too? You spoil me.” He kisses them sensually and pulls back.

“Want one?” He offers, “Can’t for a while, I got a new piercing.”

“What?” He stares at them. They stick out their tongue to show the metal bar. He stares in awe, his eyes circling their mouth.

“It’s. perfect.” he drops his cigarettes and kisses them passionately, their foreheads resting on each others.

“This is the best gift ever.”

NA BAEKJIN:

Piercing: Vertical Labret

Y/N walks down the stairs of the bowling alley. “Hey Y/N.” The other men call out, “Nice piercing!” a couple others say. Y/N smiles and waves to them and goes to Baekjins office.

They open the door to Baekjin doing homework. His eyes focused on the page. “Knock before you enter.” Baekjin says annoyed.

“Even for me?” Y/N responds teasingly. Baekjins head shoots up. He sighs in relief and stands up. “Come here.” Y/N closes the door and goes to him. They embrace in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you.” He holds them tight. “I’ve missed you.”

They pull back and Baekjin sees the metal bar going through their lip. “Oh my. what’s this?” Baekjin traces it with their finger. “I got a new piercing, do you like it?” Y/Ns hand trails up Baekjins arms.

His breath hitches and they kiss slowly and passionately. Baekjin holds their face. A knock at the door breaks them up and he sighs.

“It looks perfect on you. Tonight we can talk more, i’ve got some business to do.” He taps their chin and she kisses his cheek and he leaves.

[twdwhcheadcanons]

S/O HEADCANONS

their love language, who is more physical, what they're like in bed, dynamic with their friends, what they call you, etc.

author's note: should i make a part two, with the whc 2 characters?👀

YEON SIEUN

SFW:

you made the first move, by confessing after a few months of being friends

his love language is acts of service

his friends tease him because of how he looks at you

he calls you "y/n" in the beginning, then opens up to "baby"

you call him "sieun-i" and "baby"

very quiet and distant at first, then gets clingier

gets surprisingly jealous when you make plans with your friends

he says "i love you" first, after about a month of dating

helps you study

defends you if even a friend of yours makes a joke about you

NSFW:

likes it slow when he's on top, and quicker when you are

usually pretty quiet, but sometimes he whimpers

calls you by your name

for him, just "sieun-a" is fine

definitely a switch

likes being dominant more than submissive but is okay with both

favorite position is missionary

doesn't have any particular kinks other than being in control

would NEVER do anything in a public space, he says it's unhygienic and disrespectful

prefers getting head to giving it

AHN SUHO

SFW:

he made the first move saying: "let's go have some kimbap together, it's a date"

his love language is acts of service, gift receiving and physical touch

he shows more physical affection

his friends don't really care for you

he calls you "baby girl" and "my girl"

you call him "baby" and "darling" if you're teasing him

he says i love you first, after like two days of dating

you have to convince him to put effort in school

he's not really jealous, but makes you everyone knows you're his girlfriend, because he's proud

unfortunately can't spend much time with you because of his jobs

NSFW:

not too fast nor too slow, leaning towards softer pounding

groans, more than anything

calls you "beautiful" and "baby"

wants you to call him "su" or "honey"

likes being on top, but definitely enjoys the view when you are

mostly dominant, but a soft one

favorite positions are missionary and cowgirl

very vanilla, yet very passionate. talks you through it (eg. "you're taking me so good")

wouldn't do something in public

likes getting head more than giving it

OH BEOMSEOK

SFW:

he took the first step, approaching you in a club and asking for your insta (he was tipsy at the very least)

his love language is quality time, from always feeling left out, and obviously words of affirmation for feeling like a piece of shit

you show more physical affection in the beginning, then he does

his friends make jokes about you two being equally unstable

he calls you "y/n/n-i" or "babe" if his friends are around, DEFINITELY "noona" if you're older

you call him "beomie" and "baby boy"

he is EXTREMELY jealous and possesive

very insecure, always asking if and why you still like him

gifts you expensive things constantly, thinking it will make you love him (he can't accept you already do)

he says "i love you" first, while doing it for the first time

NSFW:

likes it slow and steady when you're on top, faster when he is

tries to hide his face because he's embarassed, but in doing so, ends up moaning and whimpering in your ear

calls you "y/n" and "baby"

wants you to call him anything you feel like

likes being on top and viceversa equally

can do it in MANY different ways, from rough dom to pathetic sub (he likes knowing that you'd always go with whatever he wanted to do in the moment)

favorite position is doggy style, because of the control

has both a degradation and praise kink, and he's a sadomasochist

when he cums, he moans way too loudly, then whimpers for a few seconds

would do something public, most likely in a bathroom or a car

prefers receiving than giving head

JEON YEONGBIN

SFW:

he makes the first move: "yah. go on a date with me?" suddenly while you were at the club together and he saw you making out with someone else

his love language is giving and receiving gifts, he's very materialistic

he shows way more physical affection, especially in public

his friends kind of envy your relationship because it looks perfect: comfortable, stable, and freaky

he calls you "beautiful" and "my girl", most likely "noona" if you're older

you call him "binnie" and "handsome"

the most jealous and possesive person ever, thinks you're LITERALLY HIS human being.

helps you study (as long as you thank him afterwards)

you say "i love you" first, and he acts all cocky, up until he kisses you then says it back

idk about you, but i can definitely see him writing love letters (without anyone knowing)

NSFW:

likes alternating between slow and fast paces, almost always keeping the movements hard though

barely makes any noises (unless you take full control)

calls you "slut" and "angel"

likes to be called "daddy" and just his name if it sounds desperate enough

even if he lets you get on top, he's still the one moving you and talking you through it, always dominant unless you specifically ask for the other way around, otherwise he'll think you're just being a brat begging to be tamed

favorite position is on all fours because "you look like a dog"

overstimulation is surely up there for him, going both way (for example, he keeps going even if he just came and is tired, doesn't even ask if you want to stop, he wants to bring you to the edge of fainting)

he would DEFINITELY do something public

he likes receiving head much more than giving it

KANG WOOYOUNG

SFW:

he took the first step, by asking you out

his love language is acts of service

he shows more physical affection in public, but in private it's a different story

his friends talk to you as if you were one of them

he calls you "y/n" and "sexy"

you call him "wooyoung-i" and "sexy"

he's not really jealous, but he IS possesive so trust he will be fucking you raw if you so much look at another man that isn't his friend

you say "i love you" first, and he doesn't say it back for like 2 months

one time one of his (many) enemies threatened to hurt you and that was the first time he said it

thinks flirting with other girls is okay as long as he doesn't do anything with them, yet has the most fragile ego ever, if you even touch up your hair around his friends he will think you don't like him anymore and now want one of them

NSFW:

is painfully slow when he puts it in, because he wants you to feel it inch by inch. when he starts moving, he does it extremely hard, making the nastiest noises of skin slapping

primarily groans

calls you his "little slut" and "good girl"

likes being called "daddy" and "wooyoung-i"

he's mostly a top, but doesn't complain when the tables turn

is always dominant though, rough dom while we're at it

his favorite position is doggy style, because of two reasons: one being the view of your ass, and the other being you feeling comfortable enough to let him see your butt hole💔

his kinks are related to his strength and size

cares little about what might happen (eg. someone walking in because of the noise)

he likes receiving a bit more than giving, but enjoys watching you squirm because of his mouth on you

[twdwhcheadcanons]

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Could you write headcanons for Ahn Suho as your boyfriend? Both fluff and smut if possible :p

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[madeinmyeon]

i go back to you, back to you... every time!

⟡ summary: even love stories come to an end, but you never expected he would act completely different after the breakup. years later, you found him again, and he reminded you that you were always part of him.

⟡ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, idol au, plot with porn, there's a lot of time jump lapse, angst, lovers to exes, kinda toxic relationship, junmyeon's rude, enemies to lovers, both are dating someone else (no cheating tho!!!), more angst, mention of jealousy, manhandling, dirty talking, oral sex (f. receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, p i v, mirror sex, choking, creampie, idol!junmyeon x idolf!reader | word count: 7,7k words

⟡ a/note: hi, my loves. i'm finally back with the first one shot of the year!! ahhhh, the whole idea came from jessie, so i just glued it all together like she requested hehe | i used names of other idols/actors based on the vibes i wanted to convey, but feel completely free to change them if you don't like them <3

“Stop!” Baekhyun barked, hurling a sofa pillow with chaotic precision toward Junmyeon. It was a desperate, failing attempt to pry him away from you. “I’m trying to eat my salad in peace!”

You felt the heat bloom across your cheeks. With a breathless laugh, you buried your face into the crook of Junmyeon’s neck. His arms remained locked around your waist. 

“Shut up!” Junmyeon managed to say through your giggles.

“I should never have introduced you two!” Baekhyun shouted. He curled his lip in a mask of fake disgust, but the bright twitch of his lips betrayed him. He was losing the battle against his own smile.

You remembered the exact moment it started: a dimly lit hallway during a year-end award show soundcheck. You had overheard Baekhyun complaining about a splitting headache. Driven by a sudden burst of good dongsaeng energy, you had stepped forward to offer him your own stash of painkillers. That small kindness opened the door; Baekhyun was so grateful that he pulled you into his inner circle.

Even though you debuted as a soloist, your popularity caught fire quickly. You were everywhere, and as a frequent guest in variety shows, your path crossed with the members constantly, getting closer to each other. 

When your anxiety began to claw at you, it was their leader who stepped out of the light to find you. Junmyeon became your anchor, and neither of you noticed the exact second the friendship bloomed into something deeper—stolen dates and runaways in the middle of events, secret public glances—you were incapable of staying apart.

The rumors ignited the moment Junmyeon reached out to steady the train of your dress on a red carpet. Your companies denied it, but behind closed doors, it does exist.

“You’re so beautiful,” Junmyeon murmured.

You were tangled in the sheets, the world reduced to the four corners of the bed. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing the line of your cheekbones as if he were memorizing a map. 

“You know,” he whispered, pressing a soft peck to your lips, “I wanted to kiss you when you were announcing the winners by my side.”

You let out a soft, chiding chuckle. “Jun…” you scolded, though your heart was hammering. “Everyone was watching! I was already so nervous!”

A malicious, playful grin spread across his face. You knew that look. “Then I’ll do it next time. No excuses.”

“Jun!”

Junmyeon cut your protest with his hungry, messy lips. He kissed you until you let out that tiny laughter and then, he joined, your face peppered with his kisses.

The backstage atmosphere was quiet in contrast to the thrum of the stadium crowd. You were tucked firmly under Junmyeon’s arm, your fingers intertwined. You were so close that your perfume and his cologne had bled into a single scent.

“Look at them,” Chanyeol remarked, gesturing with a makeup brush he’d stolen from a nearby table. He leaned against the vanity, smirking at the pair of you. “You’ve been standing in that exact position for twenty minutes. Is it a new challenge?”

“They’re practicing,” Jongin chimed in from the couch, not even looking up from his phone, though his grin was wide. “The wedding photos are gonna take at least six hours if they’re this clingy. We should probably clear our schedules for the entire month for the ceremony.”

You hid a smile against Junmyeon’s shoulder, feeling the vibration of his soft laughter.

“A june wedding sounds good,” Minseok added, passing by with a water bottle. “Junmyeon’s already acting like a husband anyway. He just needs the ring to make it official.”

“Keep talking,” Junmyeon shot back, though his voice lacked any real bite. He pulled you tighter, his chin resting comfortably atop your head. “You’re all just jealous because you have to spend your breaks scrolling through social media while I have her.” He squeezed your waist.

You were happy, laughing at their teasing, feeling the warmth of a future they were already building for you with their words. But the lighthearted mood snapped when the door swung open.

Junmyeon’s manager entered. He didn’t look at the members; his eyes locked onto Junmyeon with a sharp, cold focus. “Junmyeon. C’mere,” he said, his voice clipped and devoid of its usual warmth.

Usually, this would be the cue for Junmyeon to whine or play up a dramatic, sulky exit just to make you laugh. You expected him to linger, to steal one last kiss or make a face behind the manager’s back.

But he didn’t.

Junmyeon’s posture shifted, disentangled himself from you, his hands dropping from your waist carefully. “I’ll be back,” he said shortly with a forced smile. 

His eyes met yours for a fraction of a second, but they were unreadable—void of the playfulness that had been there just a heartbeat ago. Junmyeon followed the manager out, his stride stiff and professional.

The members’ teasing died instantly. The room went quiet, the air turning thick with an unspoken tension. You stayed rooted to the spot, your fingers still curled as if they were holding onto a ghost.

Something felt off.

A week later, Junmyeon had become a master of the pivot. Whenever you gently tried to talk about it, he would suddenly remember a funny story, or he would lean in to kiss you that felt more like a distraction than a gesture of affection. His mood was a flickering candle—one moment warm and bright, the next guttering out into a sharp, distant silence.

One tuesday night, you were curled up on your sofa, the glow of your phone the only light in the room. On the other end of the line, you could hear the heavy, rhythmic thrum of the practice room’s stereo. Junmyeon had just finished a grueling twelve-hour session; his breath was still agitated.

“You sound so tired, Jun,” you murmured, your voice laced with worry. “You’ve been pushing yourself harder than usual this week. Is this... about what the manager said?”

Silence stretched across the line. It wasn’t the comfortable silence you were used to. It was heavy.

“I told you, it was just schedule stuff," he said, his voice flat. Too flat.

“Jun,” you pushed, your heart hammering against your ribs. “You just... went cold when I ask about it. If the company is putting pressure on you, you can tell me. We’re in this together, right?”

Your name left his lips, not the usual pet names, and it hurted more than you expected. “It’s fine,” he snapped.

“Are you sure? If—”

“I said drop it!”

The roar in his voice startled you so much you nearly dropped the phone. You had never heard Junmyeon lose his temper with you.

“You think it’s easy?” he continued, his voice trembling with a raw edge you didn’t recognize. “You have no idea what I’m going through. Every time you bring it up, you’re just making it harder for me! I’m trying to protect what we have, but you keep digging!”

There was a muffled sound on his end—the sharp crack of a hand hitting a practice room mirror or a wall.

“Junmyeon…” you whispered, your voice cracking.

“I can’t,” he breathed, the anger suddenly collapsing into a hollow, frightening exhaustion. “I just—I can’t. Don’t call me back.”

The line went dead, leaving you sitting in the dark with his words breaking your heart.

On camera, you were both experts; you laughed at the right cues, exchanged the polite, playful glances the script required, and maintained the chemistry the producers loved. But the second the director yelled cut, the warmth vanished.

As the staff began clearing the cables and the other guests drifted toward the exits, the members lingered. They were usually a whirlwind of noise, but they moved with a cautious silence, sensing the radioactive tension between you and Junmyeon. Baekhyun gave you a small, pained nod and pulled the rest of the group toward the dressing rooms, leaving you two in the middle of the darkening studio.

You turned to Junmyeon, your heart hammering against your ribs. You expected him to apologize, or at least to look you in the eye. Instead, he stood there, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere over your shoulder.

“We can’t do this anymore,” he said. His voice was a flat, terrifying monotone.

“Junmyeon, if this is about—”

“It’s not,” he interrupted, finally meeting your eyes. His expression was a mask of cold, professional iron. “This… this was a mistake. I was reckless.” He gulped. “I’m a leader first. I have responsibilities that don’t include this."

You felt the blood drain from your face. “A mistake? You told me you loved me.”

“I-I don’t,” Junmyeon lied, though you could see the tremor in his hands. He shoved them into his pockets to hide it. “It’s over.” He had to swallow to continue. “Let’s break up.”

Junmyeon didn’t wait for your response. He walked away, his stride as stiff and robotic as it had been when he followed the manager. Frozen, you stood in the center of the empty stage. He was trying to erase everything you two had.

The stage lights had forced you to perform a version of yourself that no longer existed. But the second the roar of the crowd was muffled by the heavy velvet curtains, your knees simply gave out.

The world tilted, and the colors of the backstage chaos went black.

When your eyes fluttered, you were sprawled on a low sofa in the corner of the dressing room, the same room where you had heard those devastating whispers only hours before.

Reality hit you. You were still in your stage outfit, a cruel reminder that the show had gone on while your world stopped. But closer—right by your side—were Baekhyun and Chanyeol, who made your heart ache with a fresh wave of agony.

Chanyeol was hovering, his large frame looking awkward and small in his distress, while Baekhyun sat on the edge of the sofa, his hand hovering near yours but not quite touching it, as if he feared you might shatter.

“Hey,” Baekhyun whispered, his voice cracking. He saw your eyes flutter open and leaned in. “Can you hear me? You’re okay. You... fainted.”

“You okay? You need water? Should we call—” Chanyeol started, but he bit his tongue before the name could leave his lips.

You tried to speak, to tell them that you were fine or to ask them to leave, but no sound came out. You just stared at them with glassy eyes.

“Are you okay?" your manager stepped into your line of sight. He didn’t look concerned; he looked inconvenienced. He was tapping a rhythm on his tablet, already drafting the ‘fatigue statement’. “We have twenty minutes to get you to the van before the exit is swamped.”

You tried to sit up, but the room spun in a sickening circle. You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t, your heart felt like it had been hollowed out. You just looked at Baekhyun—your first friend, the one who introduced you to him.

Baekhyun’s expression crumbled. He felt like there was a silent accusation in your eyes that you didn’t have the strength to scream. He reached out, finally letting his hand rest on your cold fingers.

“I’m so sorry,” Baekhyun whispered. “We tried to talk to him, but he’s... locked himself away. He doesn’t listen to us.”

“Baek,” Chanyeol warned from the back, his voice a low growl of caution.

Your manager cleared his throat loudly. “Time’s up. Chanyeol, Baekhyun—thank you for your help, but you need to return to your own floor. We’re leaving.”

As your manager reached down to hoist you up, your gaze locked with the television monitor mounted on the wall. It was a live feed of the backstage hallway. There, walking toward the exit with a crowd of staff around them, was Junmyeon. He was walking beside Red Velvet’s Irene. His fingers were laced through hers as he whispered something into her ear that made her offer a graceful, shy smile—the perfect picture of a couple.

The air left your lungs. You looked back at Baekhyun and Chanyeol, searching for a flicker of the ‘it’s all a lie’ look. But it wasn’t there.

Baekhyun’s face wasn’t just pained—it was conflicted, his eyes dropping to the floor because he couldn’t meet yours anymore. Chanyeol’s jaw was set so tight it looked like it might break. They weren’t just ashamed of the situation; they were ashamed because they had started to believe it themselves. They had seen them together backstage too many times, the way Junmyeon looked at her when he thought no one was watching.

“Enough,” your manager snapped, finally dragging you toward the door. “He moved on. Do the same. We have to go. Now!”

Weeks later you were a ghost haunting your own schedule. You wore the heavy mask of an idol: the shimmering eyeshadow, the practiced fan-service smiles, and the robotic precision of your choreography—a lie. But the moment the door to your apartment clicked shut, everuthing crumbled. Fortunately, Hana, your best friend who knew everything from the beginning, was there.

The Inkigayo’s hallways were a frantic maze of stylists running, idols, and security. You were rounding a corner, lost in thought, when you nearly slammed into a solid chest. You stumbled back, the apology dying in your throat as you looked up.

For a heartbeat, time stopped. Your pulse thundered in your ears, but you stood frozen, like you had seen a ghost. Begging for a flicker of regret, a sign of the man you loved.

“Junmyeon…” you whispered, the name feeling like breaking glass in your throat.

He looked at you with a cold mask, as if you were a stranger who had accidentally stepped on his shoe.

“You’re blocking the way,” he said. His voice was a sub-zero edge, devoid of any emotion.

The cruelty of Junmyeon’s tone made your last shred of hope—the tiny, pathetic part of you that thought this was all a misunderstanding—shatter into dust. He wasn’t just acting for the cameras anymore.

“I-I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out, stepping aside.

Junmyeon brushed past you, his shoulder almost hitting yours. He didn’t look back. He simply walked toward the stage, leaving you standing in the middle of the hallway while your heart broke for the final, definitive time.

It was completely over.

You moved through the rest of the day on autopilot; your mind was trapped in the cold of Junmyeon’s stare.

Hana found you curled on the floor of your room—the only place you could hide. She didn’t say anything at first; she just sat down beside you and pulled your head onto her shoulder.

“He looked at me like I was nothing,” you whispered, your voice cracking into a jagged sob.

Hana tightened her grip on you, her fingers digging into your sweatshirt. “He’s a coward!” she spat, her usual gentle voice turning sharp with protective rage. “I don’t care if he’s the nation’s sweetheart. How dare he treat you like that after dating for two years? That’s cruel!"

You laughed, a dry, bitter sound that hurt your throat. “He told me I was blocking the way. He’s so far gone into this... thing with Irene. I don’t recognize him.”

Hana pulled back, grabbing your face with both hands so you were forced to look at her. Her eyes were fierce. “I know it’s difficult, but you have to forget him.”

“I know,” you admitted, the honesty finally spilling out.

Hana’s expression softened as she wiped a tear from your cheek with her thumb. “You’re gonna be so brilliant it hurts him every time he looks at you.”

She stayed there with you on the floor for hours, shielding you from the world. The heartbreak was still there—a heavy, permanent ache—but the fog was lifting.

A few months later, you walked the red carpet in a liquid silver gown that caught the light like armor, looking untouchable.

During a transition between awards, the crowd shifted, and you found yourself face-to-face with Junmyeon in a narrow aisle. He slowed down, his eyes searching yours for that old flicker of devotion. His lips parted, his hand twitching as if he wanted to say something. You didn’t falter, looking right through him as if he were a stranger, you walked past, making him feel invisible.

As you reached the front of the VIP section, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood up to greet you. Kang Tae-oh offered a warm, genuine smile. Unlike the idols around you, he didn’t look at the cameras; he only looked at you.

“I was starting to think you were a mirage,” Tae-oh whispered, guiding you to your seat.

You sat down, a genuine smile finally breaking your mask. “It’s a bit overwhelming tonight, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he agreed, leaning in so his shoulder brushed yours. He spoke with a calm that made the chaos of the room feel small. “But you’re the most grounded thing in here. You look incredible. You definitely own the room.”

You chuckled, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the stage lights. “Well, I’ve spent a long time trying to find my footing again.”

“Well, you’ve found it,” he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate register. He didn’t care about the strict industry hierarchies; he leaned in closer, his thumb slightly grazing your wrist. “I’m glad I’m the one sitting next to you tonight.”

The next morning, the internet was a wildfire, talking about your incredible chemistry with the actor. And months later, the rumors had bloomed into a beautiful, steady reality.

You kept in touch with the members, especially with Baekhyun, but the messages grew shorter, the intervals between them longer. Every time their names popped up on your screen, unintentionally you saw the ghost of the girl you used to be, and him. They noticed the distance, but they never protested, knowing the cost of your peace.

Your relationship with Tae-oh was beautiful, but as the months rolled on, the reality of your careers began to pull at the seams. His filming schedules stretched into eighteen-hour days in remote locations; your own solo projects kept you locked in recording studios and dance rooms.

The breakup wasn’t explosive; it was a quiet, tearful conversation over cold coffee in the back of a darkened car.

“We’re trying to hold onto something that the world won’t let us have right now, aren’t we?” he had whispered, his thumb tracing your palm one last time.

You nodded. The pain was there, but not as a betrayal. You ended it as friends, a mutual decision born of respect rather than a lack of love. To the public, you were still the Golden Couple, but you were simply two people who had helped each other heal when they needed it most.

Hana was the only one who knew the truth.

“Are you okay?” Hana asked one evening, dropping a bag of your favorite snacks onto your coffee table. She leaned against the sofa, watching you stare out the window. “The news hasn’t broken yet. You still have time to breathe.”

“I’m okay,” you didn’t have to force the words. “Actually... I don’t feel like I’m breaking.”

“Because you didn’t lose yourself this time,” Hana noted, opening a bag of chips and handing you one. “He helped you, and you helped him.”

“That’s why I’m gonna stay single for a while,” you murmured, taking the chip. “No rumors. Just me.”

Hana raised a glass of soda in a mock toast. “To be the main character of your own life, then. No leading man required!”

You clinked your glass against hers, a small, genuine smile lighting up your face. For the first time in years, the silence in your apartment didn’t feel lonely.

Months laters, the humid air of the summer festival hummed with the bass of distant speakers, but inside your dressing room, the atmosphere was suffocating. You had just finished a high-energy rehearsal, only to discover a glaring mistake with your main stage outfit—a seam was ripped, and a crucial accessory was missing.

Instead of fixing it, your manager was on the other end of the phone, his voice a sharp, grating blade of blame.

“How could you not check it before?” he hissed through the speaker. “If you look sloppy, it’s on you! I can’t be everywhere at once. You’re so ungrateful!"

Something in you snapped. The years of professionalism, the months of swallowing his subtle manipulations, and the sheer exhaustion of being his scapegoat finally boiled over.

“It wasn’t my fault!” you screamed, your voice echoing off the walls of the temporary dressing room. “I’m tired of you twisting every single mistake to be my burden! I’m tired of you! And I’m done with you acting like I’m a problem just because you didn’t do it right!”

In a blind fit of rage, you smacked the phone away. It skittered across the table and hit the floor with a dull thud. Trembling, your chest heaving with jagged breaths, you turned and yanked the door open, desperate to find a staff member to help you fix the outfit.

You didn’t even make it one step when you saw Junmyeon standing right there in front of the door. It had been almost two years since you saw him that close. He was dressed for his own stage—a white tank top that clung to his frame, topped with an open pink shirt, and a pair of worn jeans, his hair styled and his face… ridiculously perfect. He clearly heard you.

The silence was heavy. Junmyeon looked at you, his eyes wide and dark with a sudden, fierce protectiveness that you hadn’t seen in years. But as he looked at your tear-streaked face and the anger vibrating in your shoulders, his jaw tightened, imagining the worst.

“Was it him?” Junmyeon’s voice dropped with a suppressed fury. He stepped into your personal space, the scent of his familiar cologne meeting your nostrils. He was convinced it was about Tae-oh. “I thought he made you happy.”

You let out a harsh, wet laugh, leaning back against the doorframe of your dressing room. You felt lightheaded, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“Seriously, who cares?”

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of an explanation or another second of your time. You simply cut him off with a cold, sharp look, pushed past his shoulder, and vanished into the maze of the festival backstage. You had a broken skirt to fix and a stage to command.

The festival went on. You performed, using every ounce of that raw, jagged anger to fuel a stage, and the adrenaline of the performance stayed in your blood.

You returned to your dressing room, the door clicking shut behind you. You didn’t even have time to turn around before the door swung open and Junmyeon stepped inside. He didn’t knock. He just entered, his skin glistening with the sweat of his own high-energy set.

“We needa talk,” he said, his voice low and relentless. Junmyeon leaned against the door, blocking your only exit, locking you two. “If he’s treating you like that—making you scream like you’re losing your mind—then I don’t care who he is. Break up with him!”

The sheer, arrogant assumption that your life only revolved around a man was the final spark. The adrenaline in your veins hit the oxygen, and you snapped.

“You have no shame.” You spun around to face him and took three steps toward him until you were close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. “You wanna talk about how to treat a girl? Or how to treat someone you love?” you scoffed at him. “Look in a mirror, Junmyeon!”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you pointed a finger at his chest, pinning him to the door.

“It wasn’t him! It was you!” The words poured out of you like a flood, years of swallowed pride and silent tears finally breaking free. “You’re the one who walked away without a fight! You’re the one who broke my heart! You’re the one who lied to me!”

Junmyeon’s face went deathly pale, his eyes wide as he absorbed the impact of your words.

“You never loved me.” You laughed, a sound that was half-sob. “So don’t you dare come in here and play the protector.”

You were breathless, your chest heaving, the silence of the room ringing with the echoes of your voice. Junmyeon stood there, trapped between you and the door, his mask finally shattered, finally figuring up all the pain he put on you.

“You think I liked it?” Junmyeon barked, his voice raw and jagged. He looked like he was losing his mind, his eyes wild as he stared at you. “You think I enjoyed watching you with someone else and pretending I didn’t love you? You think I don’t know what I did? I see it every time I close my eyes!”

Junmyeon’s chest was heaving under that white tank top. But the fury in his eyes wasn’t directed at you—it was at the version of himself that had let you go.

“I had to watch you move on!” he shouted, stepping closer until he was towering over you. “I had to see you with him and act like I was happy for you while I was rotting alive! I-I’m exhausted and... I hate myself for letting you go.”

But as the echoes of his own shouting died down, he looked at your face—the tears, the raw honesty, the way you were shaking with the effort of holding your ground. He saw the wreckage he’d caused. He saw that while he was playing the martyr, you were the one actually burning.

“Junmyeon,” you manage. “I swear if you say one more thing—” you started, your voice trembling. “I—”

But you never finished the sentence. Junmyeon moved faster than you could react, his hands cupping your face, silencing you with a consuming, desperate kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was a collision of regret, anger, and a love that had been suppressed for far too long. 

For a heartbeat, you tried to push him away, but the heat radiating off him was a magnet. The adrenaline that had been fueling your anger shifted, turning into a desperate, aching need. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

He hoisted you up, your legs instinctively locking around his waist as he sat you on the vanity. The crash of makeup brushes hitting the floor was the only sound over the distant thrum of the festival.

In the reflection of the massive, lighted mirror, you saw a version of yourselves you didn’t recognize—raw, unraveled, and desperate.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he rasped against the curve of your neck, his voice breaking. “Every day. Every single second…”

“Shut up.”

You silenced him by pulling his face back to yours, your tongue tracing the seam of his lips until he groaned into your mouth. It was messy, frantic, and fueled by a hunger that had been starving for years. Your hands scrambled that pink shirt, finally tossing it onto the floor.

Junmyeon pulled back just an inch. His chest heaving, his eyes searching yours with a look of vulnerability, asking for permission.

“You and Irene…” you breathed out, the name a bitter reminder even now.

“Never,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “It was a script. I haven’t touched her. I haven’t wanted anyone but you.”

That was the final thread. The tension that had been coiled in your chest snapped. You lunged at him again, your kiss more predatory this time. Junmyeon groaned, his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the fabric of your stage outfit with a rhythmic, demanding pressure that made you moan louder than you expected.

Junmyeon was worshipping you and ruining you all at once. While one hand continued to massage your tits, his other hand slid down, his fingers disappearing beneath the hem of your skirt. You gasped into his mouth as he found the edge of your lace panties and took them off, his touch sure and possessive as he finally reclaimed you.

“Junmyeon—” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his damp hair, pulling him closer.

“I’m here,” he muttered against your lips, his touch becoming more insistent, more intimate. “I won’t let you go again.”

The cold marble of the vanity table felt like ice against your skin, but the heat radiating from Junmyeon’s body was a furnace. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with a possessive, primal hunger. With a slow, deliberate movement, he knelt between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you right to the edge of the table.

You shivered violently as his lips brushed against your inner thighs. “Jun, wait—” you tried to gasp out, but the words died in your throat as he pressed a lingering kiss against your slit.

Junmyeon looked up at you, his chin resting against your thigh, his expression a mix of adoration and a dark, simmering jealousy. “He didn’t touch you like this, did he?” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your skin. “He didn’t know how to make you shake like this.”

Before you could even think to reply, Junmyeon leaned back in, his tongue finally found your pussy, you let out a broken, high-pitched moan, your head thumping back against the vanity mirror. The front mirror reflection showed a blur of his dark hair, his head between your legs, a sight so erotic it made your heart hammer against your ribs. He knew your body better than anyone ever had; he knew the exact rhythm that made your breath catch, and your toes curl.

“So wet,” he murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending a fresh wave of electricity through you. Junmyeon looked up again, his eyes locking onto yours, his jaw tight. “I should kill him for not giving you whatchu like.”

Junmyeon didn’t give you a chance to speak. He wanted to reclaim you. His lips returned to your folds with a renewed, hungry intensity, his tongue tracing your slit with a slow, expert precision that had you sobbing his name into the empty room.

You gripped the edge of the table so hard your knuckles turned white, your body arching toward him as he ate you out. You were gripped by a paralyzing, electric fear that someone would hear your cries, but the sensation of Junmyeon’s mouth was far more powerful than your self-control. Every time you tried to bite your lip to stay quiet, his thumb would apply a fresh, agonizingly circular pressure against your clit.

Junmyeon’s tongue was devouring you, curling deep and rhythmic at your cunt while his groans vibrated through your entire lower body. He sounded just as hungry as you felt—vocal, primal, and completely unhinged.

“Mine,” he growled against your wet folds. “Always been mine.”

You closed your eyes tightly. Your legs were trembling so violently they could barely hold their position on his shoulders, and your fingers were tangled so tightly in his hair that you were practically pulling him into you.

“Just like that, love,” he rasped, his voice a low, rough praise that made your heart swell as much as your body. “Forget everyone else but me.”

Junmyeon’s tongue lapped you up with a speed that sent you over the edge, and a second later, your clit was trapped between his lips. By the time he was sucking you relentlessly, you were shattering, your hips bucked off the table, and your back arching.

“Ah—Junmyeon!” you cried out, your voice breaking. “I’m coming—” The first wave of a massive, violent orgasm hit you.

He didn’t pull away. He stayed right there, drinking you in, slurping, his tongue catching every drop of your release, his hands anchoring your shaking thighs so you couldn’t escape. You were sobbing his name, gasping for air.

You were both a mess—your makeup ruined, his hair disheveled. Junmyeon stood up, the chair scraping the floor as he moved back into the space between your trembling legs. His lips were swollen, his eyes were dark, almost black with a primal intensity that made your heart skip a beat. As he leaned in to catch your lips in a needy, bruising kiss, your hands were already moving, your fingers were desperate, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.

When Junmyeon finally pushed his pants and boxers down with your help, your fingers wrapped around his thick cock. He let out a hoarse moan against your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as if he were trying to swallow your very breath.

His hands came up to grip your waist, his fingers digging into your skin with a possessive strength. Every touch, every hard press of his body against yours, was a reclamation. Junmyeon was trying to overwrite every memory, every phantom touch while he wasn’t there.

“I’m gonna make you forget he ever existed,” he breathed against your lips, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register.

Junmyeon guided himself to your entrance, his cock was pressing against your aching core. He paused for a single, agonizing second, his forehead resting against yours as he looked deep into your eyes, there was a madness in the way he looked at you.

“I’m yours.” You gave it to him, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him in.

“I know.”

With a slow, forceful thrust, he buried himself completely inside you. A choked-off sob escaped your throat as his lenght finally filled you completely. It felt like your souls were finally snapping back into place.

Junmyeon groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his hips moved. He was relentless, his pace driven by longing. Each thrust was a vow that he was never going to let anyone take you away from him again.

Incapable of stopping the breathless moans, you wrapped your arms around his neck, looking his figure moving from the front mirror. Your hips met every thrust with a desperate force of your own, until Junmyeon couldn’t take the lack of control anymore, turning it into something frantic and hungry. 

Junmyeon pulled out with a guttural growl, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. Before you could protest, he made you touch the floor with your heels, turned you around, forcing you to face the mirror. He hiked your skirt up and gripped your waist, his fingers bruising your skin as he bent you over the vanity.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low, raspy threat, finding your eyes through the mirror.

Junmyeon drove back into you with a forceful, deep thrust that sent a shockwave through your entire body. Your palms slammed against the cold glass of the mirror, your breath hitching as you watched the reflection of the table trembling under the force of his movements. You could see him behind you—his eyes dark with a terrifying, possessive fire, his lips barely parted, trying to control his breath.

His hand came up to your neck, while his other hand clamped onto your hip to guide the brutal, rhythmic pace. Junmyeon leaned down, his lips ghosting over your sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Tell me,” he hissed, his breath hot against your skin as he slammed into you again, harder this time. “Did he ever make you fall apart like I do? Did he fuck you like this?”

You shook your head, your hair flying wildly. “No—” you managed to choke out, your voice a shattered whisper. “No, Junmyeon—never."

Junmyeon let out a triumphant sound—a mix of a growl and a laugh—and increased the speed. His eyes locked onto yours in the mirror, forcing you to witness your own undoing. You tried to close your eyes, to lose yourself in the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of it, but his grip on your neck tightened, making you clench around his cock.

“Shit—don’t close them,” Junmyeon rasped, his thrusts becoming shallower and faster, signaling he was close. “Just look how beautiful you are when I fuck you.”

You watched in the mirror as your own expression shattered, your eyes glazing over as the tension coiled. You were a mess of shaking limbs and broken gasps. The sight of his sweat sliding to his neck, the rhythmic thwack of his skin hitting yours, and the overwhelming possessiveness in his voice made you feel small and cherished all at once.

“You close, bunny?” he groaned against your ear. “I can feel it the way your little pussy clenches around my cock.”

Junmyeon leaned down, biting your earlobe while he hammered into you. You were sobbing now, your head lolling back against his shoulder as the grip of his hand on your throat and his cock inside you pushed you past the point of sanity.  

“Ah—Junmyeon... please,” you whimpered, your butt bucking back to meet his pelvis, begging for the end.

“Wanna cum for me, huh?” he purred against your ear, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that sent shivers through your spine.

You couldn’t speak. You nodded frenetically as your back arched, burying one hand on the back of his neck, curling your fingers in his hair. When his hand tightened around your throat, it stole the little air you had left, making your vision spark. Your walls clamped around him so hard he let out a jagged, pained groan.

“I’m right there, bun,” Junmyeon rasped, his breath hitching as his rhythm became frantic, desperate. “Gonna fill you up and make sure you feel me for the rest of the night, hmm?”

“Yes!” you finally choked out, the word a broken sob of pure need. “Jun, please—inside!”

Junmyeon lost it then. With a final, primal growl that started deep in his chest, he bottomed out against you one last time as he shattered.

You went first, your body arching in a violent, silent scream as the climax ripped through you, waves of heat crashing over your skin. A second later, Junmyeon followed. He let out a long, guttural moan into the crook of your neck as he left the grip, his body jolting, pouring deep inside you.

You stayed there for an eternity, and then, slowly, Junmyeon pulled out, the sudden absence making you feel a hollow ache. You turned around on the vanity, your legs trembling as you faced him, your vision still slightly blurred from the intensity.

Before you could even wipe the hair from your face, Junmyeon lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He held you with a desperate, crushing strength, as if he were trying to fuse your bodies together. You could feel the frantic thud of his heart against your chest.

“I can’t do it again,” Junmyeon whispered, his voice jagged and raw. “I can’t watch you walk out that door and go back to him,” he breathed. “I-I never stopped loving you. I tried to kill it, I tried to bury it under the schedules, but I love you so much it’s making me lose my mind.”

Junmyeon pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes brimming with a terrifying vulnerability you had never seen before. “Please… don’t go back to him. Just… give me a chance to fix this. Just one.”

The fear in his eyes was so real it hurt you. You reached up, cupping his face with your shaking hands, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. You didn’t let him spiral any further. You leaned in and shut him up with a soft, lingering kiss.

“Jun,” you murmured against his lips. “I’ve loved you since the first day.”

He froze, his breath hitching as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “But... your boyfriend.” The words burned his throat. “You’re going back to him, aren’t you?”

You let out a small, tired laugh and shook your head. “There’s no boyfriend, Jun. We broke up months ago. It was quiet. We... I’m okay.”

The look that crossed his face was a dizzying mix of shock, relief, and a sudden, sharp regret for all the time he’d wasted being jealous of a shadow. He let out a long, shuddering breath, his forehead dropping against yours as he finally let go of the tension he’d been carrying.

“You’re alone?” Junmyeon whispered, a small, hopeful smile finally touching his lips.

“I was,” you corrected, sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling him back for another kiss. 

He was kissing so tenderly that you felt his smile against your lips. You pulled back just an inch, your hands still resting on his broad, damp shoulders, your eyes searching his.

“What about Irene?” you asked, the name finally coming out without the usual sting of bitterness. “The public... the photos... the way everyone talks about you two.”

Junmyeon let out a heavy sigh, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “It was all settled. The company needed a distraction, and they chose us. We’re good friends—she knows I love you, and she’s been a support through all of this—but there was never a kiss or something real. Not like this.”

“Y’know,” he whispered, pulling you back into the heat of his chest. “I’m done playing this game. I don’t care what they wanna schedule next. I’m not letting you go again.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso and leaned your head against his shoulder, the rhythmic thud of his heart calming the last of your tremors. 

“Bun,” he started. “It was him who called you earlier?” His voice still low and a bit gravelly. “I spent the last hour imagining all the ways to ruin him.”

You looked at Junmyeon, seeing the guilt still swimming in his eyes. You smiled softly at him, giving him a peck just to explain the truth behind the call.

The week following the festival had been a blur of clandestine phone calls and late-night messages. Certainly, neither of you could quite hide the glow of it.

You were walking down the radio station hallway for a solo guest appearance. Up ahead, you saw the familiar members, who were there for a group promotion. Junmyeon stood in the center, his back to you, giving final instructions to the group before they started.

Chanyeol was leaning against the wall, nodding at whatever Junmyeon was saying, when his eyes drifted over his leader’s shoulder. He froze, his mouth falling open. Beside him, Baekhyun, who had been mid-laugh, went deathly silent, his eyes widening. Of course, they didn’t know.

Junmyeon, noticing his members suddenly turned into stone statues, frowned. “What is it?” He followed their gazes, turning around.

The second his eyes landed on you, the leader’s mask vanished. His entire face lit up, a genuine smile broke across his features, something the boys hadn’t seen in years.

“You’re early,” Junmyeon said, his voice a warm, intimate tone he only saved for you.

He stepped away from his group and crossed the distance between you, wrapping his arms around you in a pleasant hug, kissing your temple, sending a visible shockwave through the guys.

“I thought your recording was at four.” Junmyeon’s thumb grazed your cheek. “I was gonna come find you as soon as we were done here.”

“The schedule moved up,” you replied, your voice soft. You looked past him at the members who looked like they had seen a ghost. “Hi, guys! It’s been a while.”

“A while?!” Baekhyun finally exploded, his voice hitting a high-pitched frequency. “Wait… Is this a prank? He’s... in a hallway? Are they recording?”

Chanyeol stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief. “I think I’m dreaming. Junmyeon... you okay?”

“Oh,” Kyungsoo said, his voice a flat, surprised bass. “The universe’s back in alignment.”

Junmyeon didn’t look mad or embarrassed. In fact, he looked happy. He slid his hand down from your face to your waist, pulling you firmly against his side.

“I’m perfectly fine,” Junmyeon said, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at his stunned friends.

Jongin nearly tripped over his own feet. “No way,” he breathed. He looked like he wanted to jump up and down. “You’re... back? Like, back back?”

Sehun crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, a smug, knowing look on his face. “I told you, didn’t I? He was acting weird after the festival. Look at him! He’s smiling like a madman!”

Junmyeon didn’t even flinch at the teasing. Instead, he pulled you closer. “She’s back. And yes, I’m smiling. Get used to it.”

“Jesus!” Baekhyun scoffed, though his eyes were shining with genuine relief. He walked closer, looking at the way your hand was resting against Junmyeon’s chest. “It’s disgusting. I love it!”

Chanyeol reached out. “We missed you. Truly. The dorms have been way too quiet without you around to keep him in check.”

“I missed you too, guys,” you admitted, melting away under their familiar teasing while the eight of them hug you, not giving Junmyeon a chance to be part of it.

“Alright, alright,” Junmyeon whined, though he couldn’t hide his grin. “That’s enough! We have a radio show to do, go practice, and let my girl breathe.”

“You didn’t let her breathe!” Minseok barked, making you laugh. They haven’t changed.

Junmyeon leaned in closer to you, ignoring the boys’ antics for a moment. “Ignore them. They’re just jealous they don’t have anyone to look at them the way I look at you.” He kissed your cheek, making you smile. “Shall we go?”

When you nodded, he took your hand to take you away. “See you later, boys!” Junmyeon called out over his shoulder, his voice lighter than it had been in years.

“Ten bucks that they’re engaged by the end of the year,” Chanyeol whispered, watching you both disappear around the corner.

“Twenty!” Sehun roared.

“No bet,” Baekhyun replied, smiling. “He’s never letting her go again.”

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